Last chapter didn't end on the best note but this one will answer the questions people had regarding the fates of Jack and Hannah! Hope you guys enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own Until Dawn, its plot/story or characters. Those rights go to Supermassive Games and Sony Computer Entertainment.

It took a moment for Beth to process what she was seeing. One minute Jack was flawlessly battling against the Wendigos, saving her from her own stupid mistakes, the next he was… he was…

Standing right in front of her, with an expression that mirrored hers, a jagged and messy wound in his stomach, blood rapidly seeping out and tainting his already dark clothes.

Beth shook her head frantically. It wasn't supposed to be like this. The Wendigo was gone and the sun was coming up, so they should've been safe. How could Jack have gotten wounded? He was… Jack. She would've expected herself to get hurt again, because out of the two of them, he should've gotten out of this unharmed. After everything that he had done for her, she repaid it all by storming out, putting him in danger as a result.

And now here he was. Paying the price for her mistakes.

She let out a strangled cry as Jack stumbled slightly, blood spitting out of his mouth before falling forward. Beth surged towards to catch him but the obvious weight made it difficult for her to keep Jack upright. Once she was able to stable him, she opted to gently easing his body to the snow covered ground. The cold probably wasn't good for his wound but Beth didn't know how else to handle the situation.

Her breath hitched and tears spilled from her eyes when Jack let out what seemed to be a cross between a cry and a gurgle. Since he seemed too weak to move himself, Beth guided his face so that he could cough up his blood without choking on it. Beth hastily took the cloth that covered his face and frantically went to wipe his face. It seemed like all she could do in that moment but the rational side of her knew that it was futile since Jack would just cough up more blood straight after.

Jack winced and weakly inched his arm toward his so that he could reach his back, or at least was trying to. When Beth caught onto what he was attempting to she, as gently as she could, ease Jack's body slightly to the side. She clamped a hand over her mouth when she saw thick red blood seeping from his back as well. As well as his front, the back of Jack's coat was also ripped and torn.

That could've meant one thing: Wendigo impaled Jack from the back… and all the way through his body.

Her hands instinctively recoiled from Jack's wounds. She tried and failed miserably to get her breathing under control. Her mind told her to do everything in her power to help Jack, but what could she do? She couldn't do anything.

Swallowing down her dread, she removed her own coat in a feeble attempt to wrap up his wounds and ignored the assault of the snow storm around her. Just as the coat made contact with the wounds, Jack's hand immediately gripped it and shoved it back at her in a sudden surge of strength. The two of them fought tirelessly in a pathetic form of back and forth.

"S-st-sto-op.", he choked out.

Beth sobbed again at the weakness of Jack's voice. "No, you stop. Let me help you."

Somehow Jack still didn't relent. "I-I't-s-s ok-ay…"

"No! It's not! If it weren't for me, you wouldn't even be here. Please! Let me make it right!"

Here she was again. Convincing herself that she could save someone important to her when the reality was staring at her in the eye. This was hopeless, there was no way of treating Jack's wounds, but… she still had to try!

"I can help…", her determination grew weaker with every agonising second. "I can save someone."

She didn't notice that her hands went to rest on top of Jack's chest. Beth was clutching the soaked fabric hopelessly almost considering shaking the life back into the man. There was so much she wanted to say, what she had to say. So much to thank him for. So much to apologise for.

"I-It's o-kay… s-so-sor-ry…"

His words came out in an incoherent mess, but Beth understood him perfectly.

She couldn't let him see her like this. A meek attempt at a smile creeped onto her face. "You have nothing to be sorry for.", she promised.

Jack didn't respond.

Only a small puff of air escaped his lips.

And his chest ceased to rise and fall.

Beth didn't waver as she dragged Jack's lifeless body back to the Sanitarium. Her movements were almost robotic, emotionless, like she was working on autopilot. As if she hadn't fully grasped the reality of the situation that transpired mere minutes ago. A part of her wanted to do what Jack wanted and keep her coat on, but the more selfish and stubborn side of her kept it wrapped around the older man to stem the wound.

She wanted to hide the grisly wound from her sight as well as she could, but even still the blood keeping bleeding the bod- from Jack's body. Besides, with the snow storm still going on, even if the blood created a nightmare of a trail, it was most likely going to be covered soon after. Beth could've laughed; this clever, forward thinking of Jack's was definitely rubbing off on her.

The more she dragged Jack through the snow, the deeper that feeling in her gut seemed to sink. Beth wanted nothing more than to throw up at the prospect of dragging the cold, blood, lifeless body of someone dear to her, but she couldn't disrespect Jack like that. She had messed up so, so badly that she couldn't afford to disappoint him even further.

She paused for a moment to wipe her eyes and nose with her hand. Some hunter she was.

Beth couldn't even gauge what time of day it was by the time she made it back to the Sanitarium, but she didn't stop until she was fully through the threshold of the door and beginning to make her way in from the cold. Once she was inside, she abruptly collapsed to her knees. She could no longer choke down her emotions and she wrapped her arms around her stomach as if to possibly cease her hyperventilation and the rising urge to be sick.

However, all she could mutter out was a feeble, "I'm sorry… I'm so sorry!" She yelled as loudly as her voice would allow her, even though she knew that Jack would ever hear her. The only response she got where the shrieks of the Wendigos which only caused Beth to cry out louder. She screamed and screamed until her throat began to ache.

Everything that had happened was because of them. If they weren't in the woods, she and Hannah would've been safe. Jack wouldn't have had to worry about looking after a bratty teenager. She knew how capable Jack was, how he most definitely would've survived longer if she wasn't in his life. But now he's gone because of her.

What was she supposed to do now?

Her thoughts were cut off by the sound of whining and Beth looked over her shoulder to see Snowfall and Wolfie padding towards her. They slowly sat on either side of her looking solemnly over the deceased body. Beth began weeping all over again; the fact Jack had the wolves so long that they were affected by his death hit her hard. Her breath catching in her throat, she reached out her hands to pet both of their heads.

"I know, guys. I'm sorry. I'm gonna miss him too."

After another half hour or so of mourning, Beth ceased her crying and stood up and looked over the motionless form below her. As much as she wanted to cry her eyes out all over again but in that moment, she couldn't afford to. The moment Jack's life left his body, she was the only Wendigo hunter left, the only one capable to carry on his work.

The thought of that terrified her. She wasn't sure if she was able to do this whole thing without her partner. She was just teenager and the only reason she was doing so well was only due to Jack's advice and guidance. He would let her know that she was doing a great job and complimented her on her developing shooting and hunting skills. But handling a cursed mountain, armed only with a shotgun and two domesticated wolves?

Maybe she was getting ahead of herself.

She had to give herself something to do. She couldn't sit around all day pitying herself. That wasn't what Jack gave his life for. Beth couldn't just stand around, she had to make sure that his sacrifice meant something.

Beth crossed her arms and looked away from Jack for a moment. Her eyes hesitantly travelled back to his body and Beth balled her hands into fists. She couldn't just leave Jack this way, he deserved better. Muttering another apology, she momentarily stepped away, cringing slightly as she did so. Even when she was trying to do good, she was abandoning her friend.

She rummaged around the upstairs of the Sanitarium until she found what she was looking for: a shovel. The feel of the cold chilling metal in her hands kept driving the sickening truth and reality further into her soul. Taking in a shaky breath, she trotted back down the stairs, blocking out the echoing growls of the Wendigos as if they didn't matter anymore. She waited until the snow storm began to die down since she couldn't afford anything else getting in her way.

It took a while for her to make a final decision but Beth opted for the space down the side of the Sanitarium. She let a frustrated breath when she cleared a space of snow and ran a chilly hand through her disheveled hair. Well, she couldn't afford to stall any longer, she had to get on with her task. She started out by stabbing the shovel into the hard dirt and, thankfully, it didn't snap under the pressure. A small chunk of the ground had been dug out, though it would definitely take a while before the grave was fully dug out.

Beth continued to move robotically with her movements, barely straying from her task. She was focused on that and only that and she wasn't going to get distracted. Whenever her mind wandered to think about Jack and Hannah, she vigorously shook those thoughts away, otherwise she would begin mourning all over again. But she couldn't do that now. First, she'll fulfil her task and everything else she had to do. Then she'll mourn.

She couldn't afford to show anymore weaknesses.

About a couple of hours later, the grave had been fully dug. Beth gently laid the shovel to the side and stared among her handiwork. Her gazed was fixed onto the result of her actions; everything she had done had led her up to this point, she had the chance to make things better, but where did that get her?

As everything came crashing down on her, Hannah and Jack being dead and now she's all alone, Beth honestly felt like curling up into a ball in the grave and just shut out the rest of world. She didn't want to deal with anything anymore, what was the point when she was all alone?

She clamped her hands over her ears as she tried to shut those feelings down but they seemed to overwhelm her thoughts. To distract herself from her own thoughts, she went back into the Sanitarium and saw that Wolfie and Snowfall didn't budge an inch from Jack's body. Even when he was dead, his wolves were still loyal. Beth gave a sorrowful smile at that. She gave them a supportive ruffle of their furs.

"Thanks for taking care of him for me, guys.", she whimpered out. She stood frozen, staring over Jack's body. The thought of putting him in a grave made her even more sick.

She hesitantly knelt down and eased her arms under his back and began dragging through the door as gently as she could. She had cleared the pathway of snow the best she could so that she couldn't afford to disrespect his body more than she already had. Once she had laid him down by the side of the grave, she leaned over and put her hands on her knees, heaving out a weary sigh. This was all becoming too much for her and now what she was going to do would seal her fate.

She was alone.

It took all of her careful planning and movements to gingerly lower Jack into the grave. The last thing she wanted was to simply dump him in but it was definitely a challenge to do it without fault, given how deep she had dug the grave. Lowering him down definitely should've been a two person job but Beth had to opt for jumping in first and then pulling and lowering Jack in as delicately as she could. She felt the bile rising up in her throat when she let go of him but swallowed it down as she went to climb back out.

One would say that she was carefully taking her time climbing up but, once again, she was stalling. Because exiting the grave would solidify her goodbye to her friend, the reality that the friendship they had was now severed for eternity. In a sickening kind of way, Beth was slightly jealous of him, at least now he would no longer have to suffer through the nightmare called life. One might call her heartless for thinking that, but Beth didn't care for false pride.

After all, who was around to judge her anymore?

She didn't even register her picking up the shovel and throwing back the first chunk of dirt.

Filling the grave was another slow process. Beth had to take a few moments to collect herself after throwing a few piles of dirt over Jack's cold, lifeless body. However, all things considered, she thought that she was handling the situation pretty well. She kept telling herself that even after Jack being completely immersed in the dirt made her weep again.

She was half-tempted to just shove all of the dirt into the grave as quickly as she could just to get it over with, but stopped herself soon after. These were the last memories she was going to have with Jack, she couldn't tarnish his memory like that. The next hour of her life was agony as if she was the one stabbed through the gut with that bony skinny arm. The hour was even a blur; she didn't register that she was halfway done and the guilt built up even more. So much for cherishing and preserving her last memories of Jack.

After that, she couldn't take it anymore. She mustered all of her strength to wrestle twice as much dirt onto the shovel and threw into the hole. Her mind had gone blank for a long time now as she was still struggling to comprehend everything that had led her up to this point. Of course, she definitely knew what was going on now, but she couldn't seem to think about what would happen after this was all over. Beth's emotions were all over the place and she didn't have the energy to set them straight.

Her eyes closed yet she still continued shovelling, she had done it enough times to gauge where she had to shovel from. Working in autopilot seemed to be a blissful state of mind for Beth. However, the luxury didn't last for her because she opened her eyes when she heard the shovel hit hard ground. Her gaze shot sideways and she realised that there was nothing left for her to do.

She looked down upon Jack's grave, completely dug and then refilled. Her handiwork was shoddy (what was knew?) so Beth used the back of the shovel to pat down the dirt in order to straighten out the grave. It was a small detail and only took a moment but, to Beth, every moment counted. As shattered as she was about Jack's demise, she wanted his makeshift funeral to be perfect.

Once she was done, she gently laid the shovel at her feet and looked around for a moment. She didn't want to leave him again but there was still something that she could do. She wandered down the side of the Sanitarium and scanned the area for what she was looking for. She picked up a generous amount of small rocks and brought them back to the grave and began spelling Jack's name on the dirt.

When she completely done, Beth awkwardly bounced on her heels, hands intertwined in front of her. "Uh… so, Jack…", she mumbled reluctantly. "Hope this was okay. Sorry, if it's not. I never had to do this before and I'm not much of a grave digger…" She buried her face in her hands in shame. She was terrible at this.

"I… I'm sorry, Jack. I'm sorry for everything. You were only trying to help me and all I did was snap at you in return.", she whimpered, tears slowly streaming down her face. "You didn't deserve this. And I didn't deserve your kindness. Maybe you… you would've been better off if you didn't save me that night!"

Now, she was mourning all over again. She could blame her friends and the Wendigos all she wanted but, when it really came down to it, Jack was only dead because he was kind enough to spare her life. Even when she made his life unimaginably difficult with her risky decisions and throwing a wrench into what he was used to, Jack still did all he could to protect her. He could've thrown her out into the woods and left her to her own devices but instead he deemed her worthy of being his hunting partner. He had taught her things she couldn't comprehend at the time but he also opened eyes to the harsh reality of the world and, given that her innocent naïveté nearly got her killed, she was grateful for that.

However, she would never be able to thank him for all he had done for her. Never thank him for saving her life, taking care of her, being the compassionate friend she needed in a time of hardship. He had spent his life dedicating himself to protecting the mountains from the Wendigos and her actions had ruined that for him. Beth knew she would never be able to completely make it up to him, but there was somewhere she could start.

"But I'm gonna make this right!", she exclaimed determinedly. "I could be a coward and just up and run away, but there's no way I'm doing that. You dedicated your life to something admirable and I'm not gonna let your efforts go to waste!"

She took in a slow breath and let it out shakily. "I promise that I will continue your work, Jack. You've saved me on multiple occasions so the least I can do is make sure the mountain stays protected and your memory lives on!"

Beth knelt down and patted the grave tenderly. "And I will keep that promise, Jack. No matter how long it takes, I'm gonna get those monsters."

Her voice was silent but it carried so much hardened determination. She couldn't keep her promise to Hannah, but she wasn't going to let anything stop her from keeping hers to Jack.

When Beth reentered the Sanitarium, she smiled lightly at Wolfie and Snowfall barrelled towards her and she knelt down to ruffle their furs. Even after everything that had happened, the wolves didn't resent her for causing Jack's death. Maybe they didn't think it was her fault but she would be so lucky.

"Hey guys, I know this is going to be hard without Jack, but I'm gonna make sure that we get through this together. I may not have the connection Jack had with the two of you but hopefully we can still get along."

Of course the wolves couldn't say anything in response so they simply licked her hand playfully. She chuckled halfheartedly and stroked their furs.

Yeah… I can… I can do this…

Before Beth had buried Jack, she had taken off his flamethrower weapon and laid it down next to his bag. She didn't know what to do with his belongings but she couldn't just leave them lying around. She emptied its contents onto the table and saw a box of bullets tumble out, causing Beth to roll her eyes. However, her face morphed into shock when she saw the other stuff laid out before her.

For a moment she thought that her eyes were tricking her but once she picked it up, she knew that she wasn't being fooled. She turned the item over in her hand and placed the other over her mouth to muffle her cry.

The watch that she lost in the fall. Jack had told her that he had found a bunch of her other belongings but she didn't fixate on that at the time. Now, however, it just drove the guilt further into her. He had gone through so much trouble for her and all she did was throw it back into his face.

Yeah, I definitely have a lot to make up for.

After putting her watch back on (it was smashed to pieces but she didn't care), Beth sorted through the other stuff but she was even more caught off guard at the sight of something that didn't belong to her.

The trinket from Hannah's locket.

She began weeping again when she flicked it open to see a small of picture of her and Hannah. She had given it to her sister as a gift and now it had to be returned to her.

A memory then flashed across her mind. Jack said that he found Hannah's body but didn't say much beyond that. With that thought in mind, Beth bolted back out the door.

Beth thought that she would've learnt from her reckless actions but she decided to allow herself one lady risk before getting her act together. Properly. She and Jack had headed into the mines numerous times before that she was able to just run there without stopping once. She was winded by the time she was down in the mines but she wasn't deterred from her goal.

During the whole time she had been in the mountains she had never returned to the place where she and Hannah had fallen into. It seemed like a good idea at the time, since the Wendigo had presumably dragged her away by the time Beth returned to the spot where she left her.

And now she felt as if she were walking back into the beginning of her never ending nightmare. She didn't have a set location in mind so all she was able to do was wander around aimlessly. It tore her up inside to think that this was where Hannah possibly spent her lost moments. Where Beth both made and broke her promise.

She kicked a lone stone in pathetic frustration. She didn't even know fully what she was expecting to find. What was she expecting to find? More sorrow? More torturous images to ram herself with guilt even more?

Wow, here's a new low: self-pitying while others are dying around me.

Those sort of thoughts were so fleeting now that she couldn't be bothered to put a stop to them. After all, there was nothing that could stop them.

As much as she didn't want to go anywhere near this place let alone the mines because of the painful experiences and memories, Beth couldn't break anymore promises. It wasn't even about pride at this point; the promises were more about the people she was making them for. She couldn't let them down, even if they were gone.

Beth was about wander even further the existential rabbit hole when yet another concerning sight caught her eye. She didn't even waste time sprinting up to it to make sure that her mind wasn't playing tricks on her. That she hadn't completely gone made.

Laid on top of a square patch of dirt was a makeshift wooden cross. One that read:

Hannah Washington.

Her gaze travelled from the cross to the dirt beneath her and laid a trembling hand on top of it. "Oh… sis.", she whispered weakly. She didn't even have to guess who had done this. As much as she would've wanted to say goodbye to Hannah properly, she was somewhat grateful that Jack had spared her from the gruesome image she was supposedly left in when he had found her. She didn't know when exactly when Jack was going to tell her, but Beth figured that it was better late than never.

She bowed her head as a realisation came to mind. This… this was what she was searching for: closure. This was the final nail on the coffin for her to admit that her sister was truly gone. It tore her up inside but Beth had already grieved. She didn't have it in her to scream up at the sky about how unfair this was because that wouldn't change anything. Hannah was dead and there was nothing she could do about it. That didn't stop her from weeping quietly non stop for solid several minutes. She would allow herself this final moment of weakness.

The scars left on her heart would never truly fade as Hannah deserved a fate far better than this. To think that her life had ended in the span of one night, she couldn't imagine what she must've been feeling at the time. Beth began wondering what could've happened if it had been the other way; if she had been the one that died and Hannah had survived. Would she be standing over Beth's grave?

But wondering about the what ifs wouldn't change anything. It wouldn't change the fact that she was alive and Hannah was dead. She wasn't going to let that bring her down though.

"Hey, sis. I know it's been while.", she chuckled dryly. "Sorry I didn't drop by earlier, had a lot of stuff to take care of." She wrapped her hands around her biceps. "And I'm… really sorry that I couldn't save you in time. Nothing can excuse that." Her breath caught in her throat. "I just… I hope that you can forgive me someday…"

She laid her hand on the grave once again. "But I don't plan on leaving any time soon. Looks like I'm here to stay. Can't separate us if they tried." Who the supportive smile was for, she had no idea. She sat around talking to Hannah for several more minutes so that the two of them could 'catch up'.

The reunion was cut short, however, when Beth heard the far away shriek of a Wendigo. She instinctively rushed to her feet and was ready to make a break for it but turned back to Hannah's grave. "Don't worry, I'll be back." She would've said more if the Wendigo wasn't heading in her direction. "See you around, Hannah." And with that, Beth sprinted off.

She may not have been a talented Wendigo Hunter, not by a long shot, but that wasn't going to stop her from trying.

Beth was roused from sleep when she felt Wolfie nudge her slightly with his nose. She smiled tiredly and ruffled his fur. "Morning, buddy." The wolf licked her hand and trotted down to Snowfall downstairs. She swiftly stood up from the battered mattress and stretched her arms, yawning slightly.

She picked up her journal from beside her and began to flick through the pages. She had found the notebook in the Sanitarium months ago and had used it as a way to keep track of her days in the mountains. With no proper way of defining the date, Beth had to remember the date she and Hannah 'disappeared' and then count the number of days since.

Usually, Beth wouldn't have any problems marking the date in the journal but today was a particularly important yet painful one.

One year… Time flies, I guess.

The events of the past year had stuck with Beth in more ways than none, but she had no way of preparing for how she was going to handle the anniversary. For many, it was the anniversary of their disappearance but, for Beth, it was the anniversary of Hannah's death. The months following the night where Jack breathed his final breath and Beth had finally accepted Hannah's fate had been brutal. There were days where she was too ashamed to even leave the Sanitarium because it just didn't feel right going out hunting without Jack.

Beth even had trouble figuring out how Jack's old flamethrower worked. At first, she felt like she was betraying him by taking up his weapon, but if she was going to capture the Wendigos, she would something a little more powerful than a shotgun. In hindsight, she didn't even know why she was making such a big deal out of it. If Jack had a way of telling her, he would've told her to take the stupid thing. It felt completely foreign to her, though. While her family had been around guns before, handling a flamethrower was a completely different story.

Nevertheless, she preserved and spent a couple of days simply figuring out how to work it properly. For her first time using out in the woods she, surprisingly, didn't catch a Wendigo. She didn't expect herself to be an expert from day one but the experience was slightly disheartening. However, the more times she used it, the more skilled she became. Even if the hunts had ended in disaster, she was more confident in her skills than before.

In the last several months, she had only been able to capture two Wendigos. However, according to the numbers she saw in Jack's notebook, that meant that were still two to go. She groaned to herself. When would this end?

She shook those thoughts away.

She had a day to get on with.

Beth had spent the day patrolling the mountains, as par her routine, and she was now able to do with much more ease. At some point, the police seemed to have given up with the investigation and abandoned entirely. Even though she knew that they were just doing their jobs, Beth couldn't help but feel relieved. At least she wouldn't have to worry about Wendigos finding others…

She stopped in her tracks when she saw a horrifying sight (what was new there?). A deer seemed to be ripped to shreds and laid dead and bloody in the snow. Beth sighed to herself and knelt down beside it. Sadly, this wasn't a rare occurrence to her. Since the Wendigo couldn't seem to find any worthy humans to eat, it began to opt for the animals of the mountains.

It seemed as if the Wendigos were playing a cruel mind trick on her. As sad as the deer's deaths would be, Beth never left the carcass as it was. She needed food too. Food that didn't just come out of a can. That would mean she would salvage generous chunks of the deer and take it back to cook at the Sanitarium and also give to the wolves. But Beth wasn't definitely nothing like the Wendigos. She did this in order to survive, not for the primal enthusiasm.

With those thoughts in mind, Beth took out her hunting knife and dropped several pieces of meat into a plastic bag. She slipped into her bigger backpack and left the scene. However, she didn't kick around the snow to hide the blood. After all, who else would be there to see it?

Nightfall was fast approaching now and Beth had to get back to the Sanitarium to plan her route of hunting for the night. Recently, it seemed as if the Wendigos favoured new routes around the mines. That was why she was venturing further than even Jack was used to, as risky as it was. It was almost as if they wanted to throw her off routine.

Yep. Definitely messing with me.

She sighed to herself once again and was about to pass the cable car station when she heard it abruptly click open. Beth was caught off guard for a millisecond before bolting backward and further into the trees so that she could hide behind them without anyone seeing her.

Who in their right mind would come here?

Beth was about to eat her words when she saw who exactly it was. She actually had to rub her eyes to make sure that she was seeing clearly. That her mind wasn't playing tricks on her (stranger things had happened).

But, no, it wasn't a trick of the mind. It was very much real, because standing in the doorway of the cable car station-

Of all the people to come here today of all days…

-was Michael Monroe.

AND CUE THE OPENING CREDITS!

Wow guys, we're finally going into the main game from this point, guess you can look at this as end of part 1!

Sorry if the time skip felt too rushed, but we will be getting flashbacks of Beth's hunting times throughout!

Huge thanks to you guys sticking around for this long, it means a lot! Hope you all enjoy what comes next!