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Chris could hear Jesse threat echo behind him and tried to contain his laughter. It wasn't that he believed she wasn't capable of killing him, but over the fact that she had announced it loud enough for him to hear. She reminded him of the headstrong protagonists in cartoons. How they'd always announce their moves or goals before unleashing them on the enemy. He hadn't slept for days before being drugged by The Reaper, and even that had been a restless nightmare-filled ride through his own psyche. He had gotten used to bad dreams though. The amount of horse tranquilizer they'd pumped into him back at Stoney Lodge had made him immune to caring about anything. When your feelings and thoughts are washed away by the stupor, all you can do is play Zombie and mumble at the TV set. Chris didn't worry about Jesse sneaking up on him. He'd remain awake without some form of sleeping pill, so slitting his throat while he was snoozing wasn't in the cards. If she was going to end his life, it'd have to be face to face. Those pretty amber eyes would have to look right into his while the life drained out. All of these thoughts gave Palko a morbid calming sensation. Death wasn't something he feared, but he didn't want to die because some other sullen-eyed husk copped an attitude with him. The other ones that walked with him didn't seem to be capable of the same things Jesse was, but he was still breathing only moments after touching her hair without permission. If she really wanted him dead, she would've sliced him up then and there. He stuffed his hands into his jacket pockets and continued to follow Viva.