From his distance Abel saw someone sitting against the door. "Mitch!" Recognizing his friend sitting against the door he ran over with a smile. Shit might actually be looking up, for once. His hopes were dashed when he got closer, slumped against the door, covered in his own dried blood, was Mitch. Groaning echoed from behind the door, and instantly Abel knew what had happened. "Mitch you stupid noble bastard..." Abel pulled his body away from and laid it flat. Mitch was a good person, and he didn't deserve to die like this. Out of his dead friend front pocket Abel saw a carton of cigarettes. "Sorry buddy." He checked for his lighter but he didn't have it on him. "When you think the day can't get any fucking worse.." He groaned before walking back to the phone. He could see lights in the mall starting to flicker. His knowledge of Morse code was extremely limited, and he didn't get the light signal at all. "Hey Andy you still up there?"