You slowly open your eyes, feeling consciousness start to come back to you. You’re being carried bridal style in Luke’s arms, he has a machete strapped to his back, and is accompanied by Pete.

“I think we’re safe” Pete states, slowing to a walk. Luke takes a few breaths, looking behind his shoulders at whatever might be behind them.

“Yeah…yeah. We’re good. Hey, you alright?” Luke asks you.