Chris saw the remains of the girl's body a moment after John. She looked peaceful, pleased almost - a thin smile tugged at the corners of her still lips. He wondered, idly, what she had been feeling when he died, if she had been afraid, or sad, or if she had suffered long. He wasn't accustomed to not knowing, and now it seemed like he'd never have cause to be.

For a moment, Chris glanced between the news chopper, the monster, and the girl's dead body on the ground. [color=fff200]"...Right. Run. Run sounds good." [/color]Squinting from the helicopter's lights, Chris took off down the street, trusting that John would be following behind. [color=fff200]"Follow me, I know a place where we can hide!"[/color]

Without turning to see if the hunter had obeyed his directions, Chris turned into an alleyway. The place he had in mind wasn't far, but the path was long and twisting - with any luck, they'd lose the monster in the turns. And, failing that, at least the place was always empty - if he and the hunter couldn't shake their pursuers, at least nobody else would die.