where he is: Let’s get out of this rain.
Steve has other plans though: I need to get some of those flares. Get away from him before he realises what I am and freaks out. Mark Austin, the asshole, of all the people to bump into in the middle of a zombie apocalypse - it had to be him.
The crack of a switch and a soft glow of light reveals that Mark has more than just flares. A lamp of some kind, battery powered and soft enough to dimly light the small shelter he has constructed in the corner of the roof. It’s a small enough area, a poncho spread across the intersection of the short walls, but big enough so they could both fit in out of the rain if needed. He can see that Mark has some supplies of food and water stacked neatly in the corner