"Follow the buzzards," a voice called to me in the darkness. "Come to me."
Turning everyway possible, I looked for him, a dim light shining in the darkness.
"Run."
"How did you get here?" He asks but I can't hear his voice properly because my mind is already fading away.
"You were the headlights that were guiding me through my night." I whisper before I drift into unconsciousness.