They’d survived another day, and sleep found him quickly while he held Josh in his arms.
They were back on the mountain. Josh was trying to get him to hook up with Ashley. It felt weird, but they were together. It was fine.
He pranked Josh and Sam, and it was great. And then they used a ouija board and they contacted Hannah? Josh freaked out. He went missing.
Then Ashley did.
Then he found them in a fucking Saw-style trap and even though he chooses to save Josh, Josh is the one that gets cut in half. He was forced to watch, even as Josh screamed at him to help. He couldn’t do anything. Couldn’t save him.
Everything felt like a blur after that until he was at a table and being forced by a psycho to kill himself or Ashley. The gun wasn’t loaded, but the fear was real, and then the psycho’s Josh. The world shifted on its axis and he felt sick to his stomach.
It only got worse from there. Wendigos. The monsters he hated so much as a child are real. Mike wanted to hurt Josh, and he stopped him - even after everything, Josh would always be his best friend - and then he went to go talk stuff over with the rest of them.
At some point, Mike left Josh. And Chris risked his life to go get him, but he was gone.
They never find him either.
Chris woke up, and he bolted to the bathroom to be sick.
Yeah, he wouldn’t be sleeping anymore for a long, long time after this.