“Porkchop didn’t seem hurt by the words. He knew Doc’s wife and kids had been mercilessly slaughtered while the man had been forced to watch. He would have been next had not everyone merely left. “I’m still here.” He thrust his chin up. “Porkchop, I just want to die.” Doc turned his back to the light. “If you want the door shut, do it yourself.” Porkchop was crying as he walked out.”
