After making it out of the scrapyard, Ryan and Dylan take refuge in the lodge. For context, Ryan kissed Kaitlyn at the bonfire. Kaitlyn went with Laura to the Hackett's.

"Kaitlyn will be ok." Dylan knows he's worried about her.

"How do you know?"

"Because she's Kaitlyn."

"True."

"Hey, don't let it get to you."

"How can you be so sure?"

He turns to Ryan and musters a smile. "Because someone has to be."

Ryan summons a smile back. "I guess so." He gazes into his eyes. "I don't know how you've managed to keep it together. It's quite the skill you got there."

"Yeah. Not really. It's all an act. Trust me. Inside, I'm freaking the fuck out right now, wore than anyone."

"Ha. You cover it so well." In truth he doesn't know if it is all an act. If he's pretending that he is freaked out and scared. What version of Dylan was this. He had half expected him to be the type to turn tail and run and leave them all to fend for themselves. When the going got tough, he was cracking jokes and making sure everyone else was ok, over the well being of himself.

He'd have to give Dylan more credit where credit was due. Make up for it somehow for thinking he would straight up abandon them. He could start by telling the truth. Why he had been stand-offish in Mr. H's office.

"I lied to you."

"About what?"

"About what I wanted to do after all of this. It seems so trivial now. I did want to go to college. That was the plan. That's what I was talking to Chris about in his office. My grandparents are getting older and I help them take care of my sister. I had the money and everything from my grandparent's savings."

"They changed their mind?"

"No. Things were all set...but then my mom just got out of prison. First thing she did, she used the money on drugs. She thought by gambled the money, it'd be a sure thing. That she'd win it back."

"But it wasn't a sure thing."

"Yeah." He pressed his lips together. "She did win some of it back but it wasn't enough. I found out but I didn't tell my grandparents. That's why I picked up some odd jobs, including this one. I told her to disappear or I'd tell my grandparents the truth."

"Did you?"

"No. I haven't heard from her since. I hate lying to them but I don't want to hurt them either. It's a good thing she left thought. This would've crushed them, especially Sarah. I know it would."

"I'm sorry. I wish there was something I could do."

"You've done more than you know. I haven't talked to anyone about this, apart from Chris and well, now you. So, that's me. I'm not hiding anything from you because I don't want to. And I don't want you to either. If you ever want to talk about something, I'm here. "

"Oh, so you think that because you opened up to me you expect me to do the same."

"No. You don't have to. If you don't want to. I really care about you Dylan."

"Sorry. That's not...I didn't mean that. I care about you too."

"I know this turned into the summer camp from hell. But we've got each other, right?"

"Yeah. We've got each other."

"We'll get through this."

And if they don't...

Ryan starts singing to calm his nerves. "Every dusk and dawn until the summer. Whatever doesn't kill you makes you stronger. we're here to lead the way, Bunk mates for life, we're here to stay, strut it loud and say it proud. We're Hacketter's." He looks at Dylan who was mumbling every few lines.

"Two months and you've never learned the words?"

Dylan gave a shrug. It made Ryan laugh and shake his head. He was cut off by a thudding noise.

The bricks from the chimney start to crumble.

"What the..." The creature pushes it's way though the destroyed chimney column.

Requirements: Dylan and Kaitlyn die in the kitchen. Ryan could be the only survivor or Jacob, Laura, Max, and Travis could all be alive here. Silas, Chris and Kaylee, and the rest of the Hackett's are also dead. Except Caleb who slaughtered Dylan and Kaitlyn in the kitchen so close to morning. I'm not crying. You're crying.

He was met with silence when he entered the lodge. It felt like death. "Dylan. Kaitlyn?" The silence was deafening.

"No. No. No. No. " Please be ok. Please be somewhere safe. He ran through the lodge, checking every room. The last room he had left was the kitchen.

He first spotted Kaitlyn's body, crumpled on the floor, like she'd been in a head on collision. The smell and taste of metal coated his throat and nostrils. It smelled like too much. When he rounded the counter, he could see why it was so strong.

Dylan. He had hoped...not Dylan.

He lay in a pool of blood. Split muscle and bone exposed the inside of his throat. Bits of flesh missing where it had been torn into. Bone jutting out the side of his neck. The creature had snapped it between it's powerful jaws. It would have been over quick. But it hadn't been quick enough. The pain was etched on Dylan's face.

It was still intact, almost perfect. Except for the ruined mess of his throat. The boy who made silly, inappropriate, and cringy jokes, who would never shut up, now forever silent. Forever frozen in this moment.

It wasn't right. This was wrong. This was all wrong. He had told him everything was going to be fine.

He hesitantly touched his hand to Dylan's face.

It was still warm.

They had been so close.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry I wasn't fast enough. You didn't deserve this. I promised that everything was going to be fine."

The walls of the dam broke.

(If Laura, Max and Travis are alive)

"Ryan." The figure knelt down beside him. He felt gentle hands on his shoulder. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." Laura. Followed by a rough voice. Travis.

"C'mon, get up."

"Just...Give him a minute."

A minute more is what he wished he had. To have Dylan here, alive, breathing, whole.

Requirements: Kaitlyn met her fate by Caleb, dragging her into the freezer.

He's frozen as he sees the creature pull Kaitlyn into the freezer. Helpless as she calls out his name. He can't reach the gun, a few feet away from him. He can't shoot with only one hand.

He can only hear her screams.

It's not until sunrise, he can bring himself to move. He opens the door to a sight he wishes he can unsee.

He stumbles backward, into the counter, pots and pans rattling. He slides down, drawing his knees up to his chest.

He had saved her countless times. Why now?

He had failed.

I'm sorry. Kaitlyn. I'm so sorry.

He was met with silence when he entered the lodge. It felt like death. "Dylan. Kaitlyn?" The silence was deafening.

"No. No. No. No. " Please be ok. Please be somewhere safe. He ran through the lodge, checking every room. The last room he had left was the kitchen.

(If Jacob is alive.) Jacob stops him. He nods his head towards the corner of the kitchen. Ryan runs to him as soon as he sees him.

"Dylan. Hey. Dylan? " As he takes a step closer, he can tell something is wrong. He's sitting with his knees to his chest, staring blankly, as if he's somewhere else and hadn't heard them come in or heard Ryan calling him. Kaitlyn was nowhere in sight. She couldn't have gotten the van working and gone for help, 1. She wouldn't have left Dylan alone and 2. The van was still in the parking lot.

"Dylan. Where's Kaitlyn?"

"Where is she? Dylan. Where the fuck is she?"

Ryan: Jacob, what the fuck? Just give him a minute. He's clearly in shock. Go tell Travis to call for help. He needs medical attention. GO!"

"Hey. Dylan. Dylan. I'm here. I'm right here. Talk to me. Do you know where Kaitlyn is?"

"Kai..."

"Yes. Kaitlyn. Where is she?"

"I..I couldn't...save her."

Ryan follows his gaze towards the freezer. Ryan walks over to it. Upon opening it, he is hit with the smell and taste of metal, coated his throat and nostrils. It almost made him gag.

He sees Caleb, inert, bend over as if to shield himself from the cold. He then spots Kaitlyn in the back of the freezer., crumpled on the floor, like she'd been in a head on collision.

He looks at the gun, inches from Dylan and realized what had happened. He was unable to fire it. Only having one hand. Even if he had been able to, they didn't have silver bullets. He would have been dead too. Kaitlyn had trapped the werewolf...Caleb, in the freezer, her last act of selflessness, to save Dylan.

"It's not your fault. Hey, look at me."

"I couldn't save her." He says the words in a broken voice, in-between heart wrenching sobs, as fresh tears begin to run down his face. He gets that far off look again. Ryan hoped it was just due to the shock of his injury and not something else.

He threw Dylan a life line, to bring him back to reality. He took his hand.

"Dylan. Hey. Hey. Listen to me. It's over now. Ok. It's not your fault. " If anything it was his. He had done this to him. Not only did we have to live with his hand amputated, but watching two people die, was enough to traumatize anyone. Out of all of them, he knows Dylan had suffered the worst of it. In the distance he could hear sirens. Maybe finally it would be the end of this nightmare. "Do you hear that? Helps coming, ok? Everything's going to be ok. You're going to be ok." It was a lie. But he needed it to be the truth. He wasn't fooling anyone, including himself. None of them, who survived the night, would never be the same again.

Ryan

After being treated for his stab wound, (it had healed enough from the werewolf bite, it was classified as superficial. ) Jacob was treated for his broken foot. After they were treated they were taken to the police station for questioning. Except for Dylan.

Dylan was moved to the ICU after surgery on his arm. The nurse felt sympathetic enough for him that she let him stay in Dylan's room. "Looks like we're roommates." He said to Dylan's unconscious form.

The doctor came in to explain everything to Ryan.

"We were unable to reattach the hand. After six hours a severed limb is no longer viable. And because of the infection, we unfortunately had to take off a bit more of his arm. He'll be just fine. As long as he takes care of it, he'll heal up nicely."

Just as she said, they had taken another inch or two off his arm, going up into his forearm instead of just his wrist.

"He'll be out for about an hour until the anesthesia wears off. He might be a little groggy and confused at first."

He did this to him.. Dylan had almost died, because of him.

Hours seemed to tick by, when Ryan saw something out of the corner of his eye. Dylan was awake. He appeared to be trying to get out of bed or trying to pull out the IV. The nurse said that might happen. He got up to comfort him, pressing the nurse call button.

"Hey...don't...you're alright."

Through the confused expression, recognition slowly formed on his face. "you...safe..."

"Yeah. I'm right here. I'm safe. You're safe now." He went into unconsciousness for a few more hours. Till he slowly roused.

"Ryan?"

"I'm still here. How are you feeling?"

"Tired."

"Can I get you anything?"

"Can I...can I get some water?" Ryan poured him a cup and held it to his lips.

"Kaitlyn's still dead isn't she?"

"Yes." He sets the cup down as the nurse came into the room. She started to check his vitals.

"How are you feeling? Still groggy." Dylan nodded. "Are you in any pain?"

"Yes." Dylan grimaced. Ryan hated to see him in this much pain. The kind that takes your breath away, and your brow sweaty. He'd gone pale, all color drawn from his face. A reminder of what he had done. Would he always feel this way?

"On a scale to one to ten."

"Uh...Six." Six sounded less worrisome than ten. He didn't want to scare Ryan or want him to feel guilty. He already felt enough for the both of them. There was no reason for Ryan to. He didn't fail to save Kaitlyn. This intense pain he was feeling was his karma.

"That dial there controls the pain, ok?" She placed it in his hand. He squeezed it as if it was a lifeline before he turned it as far up as it would go.

"Any chance I can get the good stuff?" So he could forget at least for a little while. More pain later.

"No good stuff till after dinner."

"Aw. Bummer." Maybe he did deserve this. Didn't even deserve a brief oblivion. He missed getting high. Blitzed out of his mind. No. He knows that's a dangerous path to go down. It had destroyed his family and his parents marriage. Even when his mother had decided to get clean, it was too late, their marriage was already over. He wants to feel everything, not shut down his emotions, so he remembers everything that happened, that it was real. It didn't feel real. It had been like waking up in the hospital after his overdose and they held him on a seventy-two hour hold and ended up staying for two weeks. He thought he had woken up back there and that the last eight months had been one big nightmare. If only that were true.

"I'm sorry." Ryan said as she left the room.

"For what?" He already knows. Faining obliviousness wasn't going to work.

"I cut off your hand," Ryan says guiltily. If it hadn't been for that maybe Kaitlyn would have still been...

"Don't be. I told you to do it."

"Yeah. But I didn't have to. If I hadn't...maybe she would still be here."

You don't get to do that. Feel guilty about Kaitlyn. I do. But he was too exhausted, he couldn't bring himself to fight. What good would it do anyway. It wouldn't bring her back. It wouldn't bring back Abi.

"You were just trying to save my life."

"Dylan, you could've died!"

"But I didn't, right? And you wouldn't have known that. I could've turned into one of those things and killed you, or someone else. Who knows!"

"Yeah. But still, I wanted to say I'm sorry."

"Well, if you're sorry. There's one thing you can do to make up for it. How about you give me your phone number and we can call it even."

"You never give up do you?" He laughed slightly. Dylan did to, even though it hurt a little. Maybe just maybe they will be alright after all. "Alright. You got yourself a deal."