POV Stan

The eyes are on my, deep in my back, burrowing into my soul. Circles of green, reading everything about me.

Pretend it isn't there Stan... Pretend it isn't there...

My shoes are red and sticky. And my trousers too... Don't  think about it don't think about it. I still taste vomit. Damnit stop!

Find the others. Thats all i need to do... Find Kenny, or Kyle. Find my friends. Thats it.

Ignore it ignore it ignore it.

Shes dead.

Stop.

They're both dead.

No.

Its your fault.

Please

You werent fast enough
Stop
You could have saved them enough you should have run faster SHUT UP!

...

We shouldn't have run off

And left Bebe to die?

I should have forced Wendy to stay with me

And gotten yourself killed?

Stan, calm... breath... just keep moving... before it gets closer.

I find myself at a staircase leading down. Step by step, slowly.

BANG!

In a moment my feet are flying from under me, bounding down the jutting wooded stairs, ankles twisting, feet slapping the floor, moving fast. Corner, turn-

THUD

"...an? Stan? B...dy? you...ky?" The words fade in and out.

I vomit.
Again.

Its gone.