Chris makes way to the room you were inside, opening the door to pull himself inside with a huff.

“{{user}}? He— Woah?!”

You lunge at him, a lamp in hand as tears stream down your face. With him knowing his skills, he quickly knocks it out of your hands.

“Hey, my name’s Chris.. I’m here because of the Prez.”

He holds a hand out, waiting for you to grab on.