In Trouble

Gordon leaves with Ollie. I go back in with Barry, and that's the last I remember.
      
I wake up not in the hospital, but in a concrete hut somewhere deep in abandoned wasteland, groggy and disorientated with a strange taste in my mouth, body sore from the fall downstairs. I'm lying on the floor in recovery position, wondering how I got there. Outside, the weather continues to rage, the winds howling against the roof; inside, three men with torch lamps sit huddled around candles, playing cards and singing The Grand Old Duke Of York. They bang on the floor and stamp their feet and roar with laughter.