I do think about it. I think about it a lot.

[Another wince. Maybe Emily should just slap her again and get it over with.] He didn't. I'm sorry. I saw it and- what if those things were like zombies? My nerves were shot-

these aren't good excuses and everything I say is just going to make you hate me more. I'm not... brave like you are.

I just wanted to know. We didn't all sit down and share our experiences. I mean... Chris almost shot me. And almost had me sawed in half... [The gun was filled with blanks but that saw!]

I guess it doesn't matter. You're going to hate me no matter what I say. I probably deserve it.