All Gwi Nam knew in that moment was that his goddamn head hurt. His head hurt, and there was something on his leg. Slowly, little by little, he began to remember the events that led up to this. The fight on the rooftop. The struggle. Digging out an eye. Falling down the elevator shaft after an explosion.

He was covered in a thin layer of ash as he cautiously stirred. With his keen half-zombie senses, it only took him a moment to realize that he wasn't alone. There was another body in here with him. Warm. And that scent-

Damn.

He'd survived the fall. But so had you. He heard you cough and sit up. Then, the two of you had a staredown. Then, slowly, he stood up. "...Come on." He muttered. "We need to get out of here." He looked up the shaft.