I got out. But he didn't. He was grabbed when I was on my way in, I assumed he had already gone ahead without me, so I stupidly walked into that house. There was the heavy stench of iron and rot, and I saw bodies hanging from meat hooks along the wall, each missing different organs and limbs, completely nude like animals at a slaughterhouse. When I ran back out, he got a chance to escape. I started the car and hit the gas. I hit him. I saw David come back and look down at the body, then at me. I'd never been so scared in my life. He bent down and proceeded to scoop up his brain matter from the road. I couldn't stomach it, I focused on the road.