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Tim stared blankly past his car in the parking lot as he sat on the bench in front of the rest stop. He breathed through his cigarette like a respirator, as if it was the only thing keeping him alive.
When he smoked it down into nothing but a stub, he dropped it in the ashtray next to him and put his head in his hands, gripping his hair so tightly that it hurt. Jay… was dead. Brian was dead too, and not only that, he had apparently been the hooded guy leading them around by the nose. Alex was dead, and even though he had needed to go, he hadn't always been so messed up. If he cast his mind back, Seth, Sarah, even Amy, although he had never met her, were also probably dead.
And the one thing in common with their deaths? Tim, of course. Even if Jay had said it wasn't his fault when he confessed everything in the hospital, it didn't change the truth. They were dead because of him.
Maybe… maybe it would be better if he just wasn't around anymore. He had already proved that the suited monster was able to spread to other people from him with no problems. He had already infected so many people. What's to stop him from infecting more? Just one slip-up and more people dead.
Jessica would be fine without him. He'd already introduced her to his doctor after all. The only other loose end… well, Jay's channel.
He could say a final goodbye to Jessica, upload a final entry to the channel, and then… no one would miss him. No one would have any reason to notice his absence.
Tim stood up and brushed off his pants, lighting another cigarette. Well, he thought, I'll decide on the way.