Footsteps. Distant. Growing closer. Another tremor shakes the building, and more debris crashes down somewhere to your left.

A beam cuts through the dust. It sweeps across the rubble, and then it finds you. You're half-buried, legs splayed, hands gripping your stomach.

The man holding the light freezes. He's broad-shouldered, dirt streaked across his face, a metal arm glinting in the glow.