The sound of a car horn grabbed Robs attention. Turning out of the kitchen he left Adam to finish his food, his long tongue scooping it all into his mouth unaware of his owner leaving. The welshman ran up the nearby staircase that led to the roof access, the metal staircase banging with each heavy step. As he approached the top he led with his foot, kicking the unlocked door wide open. The sunlight poured through catching him in the eyes, but it didn't slow him down. He carried out onto the roof and tried to get his bearing and work out where the sound was coming from. He looked around as best he could but couldn't see anyone.

Minutes passed but still no sign of anyone, not even a walking corpse. It had only been three days since everything had happened, but it felt like an eternity since he had last seen a human. 

[i]Whoever it is, I hope they are ok...[/i]

As the thought went through his head he realised he had to do something, anything, to get the attention of anyone who might look his way. He looked around the roof and found an old, discarded bit of gutter piping. He removed his shirt, exposing his defined, muscular frame. He tied the sleeves at the end of the six foot length of piping and began to wave it around like a flag pole. By time he started he hadn't noticed Adam appear next to him on the roof, the dog as stealthy as canines came. He looked up at Rob curiously before lying down next to him, head raised looking out towards the direction of the noise.

[i]Someone has to see this...[/i]