Travis heard the small voice whisper ' hello' and his ears perked up. He shoved Ryland behind him, and quickly raised the shotgun toward the voice. He nearly crouched, not trusting anyone in this world. Ryland's shaky breathing shook him to his core as she followed close and her hand brushed his wrist, clinging to him for dear life as they approached.

"If you have weapons you better drop them…", he muttered in the darkness, as a light flashed over his head and powered down. That's when another voice shook him to the core, causing him to swing and nearly hit Ryland in the face with his shotgun as he turned on Shannon, "Don't move…"

"Stop! Stop…I know her. Travis…", Ryland whispered, reaching a shaky hand up to the top of the shotgun. She pressed lightly, and although Travis sighed in fear and frustration, he lowered the gun toward the ground, and stood there, simply staring at Shannon, "Are you…are you armed?"

As Ryland asked the question, she stepped forward, boldly stepping toward the familiar face. However, as she did so, a pain ripped through her chest, causing her to stop and clutch at it. She fought to gasp for air, only for her entire respiratory system to fail her. After a few staggering minutes, she fell to the ground, her eyes rolled back in her head and her body quivering.

"Hey!", Travis yelled as she fell. He attempted to break her fall, sinking to the ground with her as he ran a hand over her face, "What the hell?! Do something. She was fine a few seconds ago…do something!"

He glanced up at the woman in front of him, and then back at the younger lady behind him, as his hands frantically played with the tube in her nose, checking it for air.