"George! I found you!" David slid down a fence and stopped on the pavement, holding up a hand for George to wait while he got his breath back. He'd been tracking those demons for a while, managing to pick off a couple in quiet moments. A sniper rifle was slung across his back.
He'd been further north on the east coast, managing to get his wife and frightened children onto a boat and out of the country. The ache of separation was there, but he stifled it. Now that his family would be safe in Wales, he would be able to find them again. But he couldn't be on his own like this. He'd needed to find others.
"Good job," he said, nodding to the demon corpses.