Ally shook his head quickly, sighing. "Nah, it'd be better if I do this alone so she isn't making bitchy comments the whole time." He walked in slowly, hoping to avoid Alaina until he actually got his clothes. He walked past the kitchen up the stairs without even looking looking in any of the rooms. He packed the clothes and other supplies he needed, and started back down the stairs. God, that stench was revolting. What was that? A dead rat? He walked down the stairs, and started calling out. "Alai- fuck." He whispered, staring at the gruesome scene before him. Alaina's body propped up against the kitchen table, lifeless eyes seeming to bore into his skull as long cold blood pooled around her. A knife was in her abdomen, and a knife wound in her forehead. Words had been crudely carved into her forehead, spelling out "YOUR FAULT." Ally fell to his knees next to her, feeling desperately for a pulse and letting out a choked scream when he found none. The scream ended with a sob, and he pulled his knees to his chest and started hyperventilating and crying uncontrollably.