Maybe you weren't actually going anywhere. Maybe you hadn't killed anyone. Maybe this was all just one large nightmare you'll wake up from. You swear you feel someone put their hand on your shoulder, but when you look back, nothing was there. You move slightly faster. You trip, and stumble. You don't fall, but you wish you did.

You have killed 2 'people'. The deep beating gets louder. It's cold. You are out in the open, without any kind of shelter for miles.