he throws it to one side: How did I not see that? I need to get a light of some kind. A torch… Nah, I’d be a beacon to these freaks then. But I can’t continue like this. I’m almost blind!

As he stands up and looks around any remnants of light are fading completely, leaving him essentially stranded. He can’t see where his rifle landed and drops to his knees to search for it by feeling around with his hands. The heavy clouds have blocked all light and he crawls around searching, lost in the centre of the street. His world shrinking around him.

As if kneeling on a rock with the tide coming in. No land in sight. He can’t find the rifle anywhere, it seems as if it’s gone completely when in reality its mere inches away.