Angel lamp tight in hand, Alan had just lit up a room to serve as a safe room. The light flickered, but stayed steady enough to chase the darkness in this lone area off. He could hear the whispers of the shadows just outside of the room, just behind that door. His revolver was held tight in his other hand, 3 bullets left in the chamber. He had aimed to just sit down for a minute, relax. It had been hell, walking through the darkness of the dark place. Praying for an exit.