Chris stirred as the sporadic movements of his chest ceased, bringing forth his eventual awakening. His eyes fluttered open, straining against the odd white light next to him — a torch, his torch. Letting out a guttural groan, his eyes slowly rolled over to the figure standing above him. He felt cold. Heavy. Walter, He called out weakly, his voice hoarse from strain and other unknowing factors. … Walter. Chris called again, blinking slowly. He had no idea what had smothered him moments prior

5'9 and 45 years old. Very Christian.