She killed him.

Granted, it's not like she shoved him off the crumbling tower herself. But Emily was at least self-aware enough to realize that what happened to Matt intrinsically had a lot to do with her actions as a person. Always a princess, always a damsel, always needing help. But as she ran the scenario over and over in her mind in the coming weeks, she could find no way to deny the truth: if Matt hadn't been so resolute in saving her, he wouldn't have plummeted into that mine and been killed.

As if she didn't already hate herself enough for causing Hannah and Beth to die. Now she had another death on her hands. And since Em was basically the most stubborn bitch on the face of the earth, she wasn't going to let anyone tell her different. Clearly she had a lot to learn about how to be a decent human being, so this would be her cross to bear. Then, some day, she could find some degree of solace. But for now, nobody was happy with this.

She killed him.

Ashley hadn't meant to freeze like she did. After all, she just had to throw open the door, let Chris inside, and shut it after him. But the monster must have been right on his heels, and her body refused to act. Which instead meant watching in horror as the beast murdered him and probably dragged his corpse off to whatever hole it crawled out of to save its meal.

For all that everyone seemed to think she was a good person, Ash couldn't really deny why it happened. Underneath whirring saw blades, they half-confessed what they felt for one another, and she told Chris to shoot her. But it wasn't until that gun clicked uselessly in her direction that she realized how little she had meant that gesture. And you couldn't take that sort of thing back! So she just... tagged along, feeling herself getting more and more frustrated with Chris as time went on. But she couldn't get over her own bullshit and now Chris was dead because of her. Nobody was happy with this.

She killed him.

At the time, there were about fifty details that made no sense. But once she managed to get the facts straight, Jessica found it all pretty hard to believe. She had missed out on most of the adventure, and she could never really be sure whether she ought to be jealous or grateful for that. But in her effort to get the hell out of the mines and back to the cabin, she saw one of those things snag Josh and squeeze his head like a melon. It was horrifying, and even the mere sound of it through eyes shut tight made her ill. But to learn after-the-fact that it was Hannah was...

Dammit, Jess was just a party girl! She wasn't supposed to be one of those people who was sad all the time and thought about everything way too much. That kinda stuff was for everyone else – Sam and Em and Ash, they did all that really well. But the second that Hannah, or one of her gross-ass friends or whatever, grabbed her by the hair and dragged her through the woods, something about Jess had changed. The guys might not have made it, but she was still alive. Nobody was happy with this.

She killed him.

There was nothing metaphorical or tangential about it. Sam panicked, because you can only be screamed at by a hellbeast so many times before the tension breaks you. She ran for the door and hit the switch, and it was only in the aftermath of the explosion that she knew something was amiss. Ash and Em were accounted for, and if the gods had any kindness in them at all Jess or Matt might turn up eventually. But Mike didn't make it. He was blown right the hell up. "I thought he would follow..."

The idiot was supposed to be right on her heels! The two of them had been playing hero all night, the least he could do was have the goddamn decency to live after everything he went through. But Sam was exhausted and all she could do was collapse back and rest in the snow, pretending it wasn't freezing the shit out of her as the sound of a helicopter hit her ears. Eight of them had come to this godforsaken shitheap of a mountain and barely half that was going back down. They had some very awkward funerals to look forward to when they got home. Everyone had screwed up and nobody was happy with this.