Beacham Cinema

Alex comes to underneath the billboard. His wounds had caused him to go into a coma. He had no idea how long he had been out for, but his head was throbbing hard, and his body was a dessicated husk. He kept his eyes shut, and dragged his hand through the dust and grit until his fingers found purchase on his backpack. The zipper was open, fortunately, and he slipped a hand inside. He withdrew a bottle of something, he prayed it was water, and unscrewed the lid. As the scummy fluid poured down his throat it felt almost caustic, but he could feel it soaking into his dried skin. Slowly sipping at the water for the next while, he contemplated his situation.

'The cinema is without a doubt almost completely destroyed now. It was in pretty sorry shape to begin with. Man, how will I make it out of this one? I can barely move... At least the weather's nice.'

He could slowly feel the strength returning to his atrophied limbs. Recovery would take some time, but he felt confident that he was safe from zombies for now.