It was somebody I’ve never met. I don’t know how I could tell it was not him, but I knew for a fact it wasn’t. He wasn’t sounding like himself. He had lost all hope. The boy who used to believe in heaven and light and benevolence believed no more. It was scaring me more than the creature we were running from. He seemed to have no motivation. I drug him into an old shop to hide and tried to slap hi...