He's covered in someone else's blood. It all happened fast, after the siren stopped, and after night fell in whatever kind of place this is. The fall of the ash is slowing, and the quiet of the city is beginning to make way to the distant sounds of something moving in the dark.

It's all frakked.

The only upside had been finding a gun early on, something not quite military-grade, not as good as anything that the Fleet might have provided, but it's worked so far. He's still alive at least. And relieved when he comes across too familiar faces just before darkness has completely fallen.

"Molly? Kara?"