Carter's head pounded as if his head was bashed on a hard surface repeatedly. The sounds of raindrops as it pours down on him making the vision of his eyeglasses blurred. He desperately tries to wipe his glasses with his already soaked clothing, he grabs something with his fingertips feeling a very familiar touch.

His eyes widen seeing Angie laid unmoving. He shakes her with full force still grasping onto hope that her body was able to intake the final blow. It was hopeless.

The sounds of rush footsteps come echoing, instead of panicking and praying Carter calmly listens to the sound of the rain, any source of humanity has left his body. They finally broke him. Too bad he couldn't save Angie. Haven't met Angie to the brink of knowing her from childhood to now a full-grown woman, but he knows this is a woman that has issues that seems to be surreal to a human eye, but very amusing and entertaining to the monsters that feed off people's despair. Angie was just one of their victims.

A hand clasped itself into Carter's body much to his surprise. Those filthy men shouldn't have stepped a foot near this forest. Cause they made the mistake to even think that wild beasts were feeding off both his and Angie's body, as of now the tables have turned, but instead of wild beasts mauling those filthy men it would be him to partake the role. 

But instead, the hand belong to beloved Angie, looking deep in her eyes he knew that he was being a big dumb idiot again, of course, she wouldn't allow this. She can stand on her own, but not now literally. 

Sorry.

He carries Angie as he gains the strength to run and hopefully escape this rachet place.

Hoped.