Luke let out another string of curses, hitting his flashlight when it begins to fail in the middle of the street. To make the situation more unnerving, Luke injured his ankle just now, making it harder to move. He can already see the shadows begining to stalk him, forming on different walls from surrounding buildings, waiting for his light to vanish so they can claim him as another victim.

“Come on you piece of junk I just put in new batteries, FUCKING WORK!” He begs with a pitiful shout, his throat dry and sore. “I'm alive, I want to stay alive, damn it! Hmngh!” He grunts, his heart pummelling when the flashlight falls from his hands and onto the floor. He was convinced his life was about to end, until a bright, almost blinding light, casted by another survivor's own flashlight illuminated his entire frame.

“Over here!” she shouts.

Luke doesn't waste any time and gets up, ignoring the pain of his ankle as he desperately rushes towards the stranger. Once inside she closes the doors of the building, then leads him through corridors and stairs, walking towards a room that had lights on thanks to a backup generator. Luke tries to catch his breath, sitting in front of a comforting fire with a tired expression.

“I thought I was a goner... Thanks” he finally says, looking up at her. “I'm Luke Ryder, ” he adds. Of course she knew who he was, he was always on tv.