Bugs. Giant fucking bugs. Of all the things to encounter, it had to be a land of giant, potentially murderous bugs. He wiped the sweat off his brow with a rag for what felt like the fiftieth time now. He had managed to find a decent enough garage in working order, and so far, despite the sweating, things seemed to be going well. He had collected whatever he could find in the garage and was currently working like a mad man.
His back was to the wall and he was facing out towards the opening and in the bright light he could see a figure waving to him. Definitely not Sam, they were too short, but maybe it was Chloe? He finished using the saw and set it down before moving towards her with a smile, squinting in the sun. "Hey, Chloe, how's it going? Did you manage to get here unscathed?"