Not too surprising. There are probably all kinds of stories people wouldn't necessarily want getting out in Hell. And braining a friend to eat them out of starvation isn't the kind of thing anyone would be proud of.

"Wonder what they'll think of my story, then." Kinner manages a twisted smile. "As you put it, not everybody gets eaten by an alien. Especially not an alien that's probably walkin' around in Antarctica pretendin' it's me and havin' my friends for the main course." Kinner's a little resentful of his campmates, sure, but that doesn't mean he wants all of them to be eaten. Even Blair. Although if any of them did deserve it, it would be Blair. "Wonder why it chose me. Luck of the draw?"