Mark woke up laying on a couch. He quickly sprang to his feet and looked around at his surroundings.
"Finally your awake," said Maxwell, who was sitting in the dark, aiming his shotgun at Mark.
"Who are you, where am I" asked Mark.
"My name is Maxwell and you are in the Grand Hotel, or what used to be the 5th floor of the Grand Hotel, before your helicopter crashed into it." Said Maxwell lowering his shotgun.
Suddenly everything came flooding back to Mark. The RPD station, the UUA, Damon. The helicopter getting shot down, and now this.
"Is there any other survivors?" asked Mark.
"No," replied Maxwell.
Maxwell stood up and walked over to Mark, Maxwell smiled and shook Mark's hand.
"The supplies in this place are running short, we're gonna have to switch positions unless we want to starve to death," said Maxwell.
"How long have I been out?" asked Mark.
"About 3 days, did that helicopter have any weapons, if it did I couldn't find any when I threw the other bodies out the window." Asked Maxwell.
"They should be in the front storage compartment." Replied Mark.