"I've got mine," Dutch said, trying not to sound as reluctant as she felt. She couldn't hold it up and use the axe, though, heavy as it was, and she wasn't sure which she wanted least. Being vulnerable without the axe, or putting her phone in Quinton's hand.

But survival came first, and after taking it out of her back pocket and unlocking it, she switched to the flashlight app and turned it on before handing it over to Quinton. Of course, it didn't have reception, but at least it had some battery charge left. Hopefully enough to see them down these stairs and, ideally, out of this fucking place.