Quatre was working alone, making his careful way down and through the building. As he edged carefully around a collapsed section of floor, the lights flickered on brightly, blinding him briefly in the process. He froze for a moment, nearly losing his footing in the process, not nearly as balanced as other people he knew.

Grabbing onto the handle of the door, the floor under his left foot collapsed, and dropped the shotel, causing it to shatter as it fell onto the floor below. A second of hesitation and he let himself drop down, wincing painfully as he landed, but getting up as quickly as possible, calling his weapon back from the floor, fixing it in the process.

Someone had to have survived. Anyone, please.