Jane couldn't think straight. The lady was dead. Dead. No second chances. It was final. This wasn't a video game that could be restarted. There weren't more lives to use up. She just couldn't take that in. And those eyes. Their glazed look seemed to be full of lifelessness. How could something so empty be full of something else that was also empty? Nothing was making sense. Through all this mind numbing fog, she felt a hand on her shoulder.

Hearing a familiar voice that had before been connected to good emotions, she slowly turned and stared blankly up into a familiar face. Familiar face that wasn't registering. Did she know him.... oh yeah. Ben! She felt instant relief to see him, quickly followed by the feelings of betrayal and bitterness. She wasn't sure how to respond. What should she do or say? How should she act? He was alive. His eyes weren't glazed. She wanted to stare into them until the memory of the woman sank away, but at the same time she should hate him and not listen to a word he said. Why was life so complicated?

At his insistence that they needed to leave, she shut down her brain and automatically moved to follow. Once they were away from here, she would figure it out. At this moment, he was right. At this moment, she wanted nothing more than to get out. Once she started walking towards the jagged and torn opening, it seemed like she couldn't move faster enough. She found herself struggling to hold in her panic and simply get out. Seeing more bodies on the way out didn't increase her desire to remain either. Some had jagged wounds that had drying blood. Others were missing body parts. She silently wondered if things could get any worse.