"Oh fuck, oh shit, oh shit." he panted, running as the sun began to dip below the horizon, dyeing the sky a flaming orange, then a blood-red, and finally a deep bruise-like purple, until all that was left of the sky was a chalky mauve. Soon enough a stygian darkness, along with the groans of the hungry dead, would flood the sky, Michael needed to find himself some shelter soon. He couldn't help but become aware of the eerie feeling that began to engulf him, he realised there was a total lack of lighting everywhere in the city. If he didn't find a place to stay until morning, he would be stumbling about the city in pitch black, practically blind whilst walkers hunted him down. 

Having decided not to take the risk he thought about camping on one of the surrounding rooftops, hopefully safe from harm. Spotting the silhouette of what appeared to be the tallest building in the skyline, he headed immediately towards it. Michael could still see, from what little light was left, that the door was inaccessible and he had to find another way. Turning into the alleyway he spied a fire escape which lead straight up to the roof, unfortunately the ladder was pulled up to the first platform. Michael was beginning to panic, daylight was fading fast, he half expected to feel a walker's teeth bury itself into his leg or shoulder. 
Ignoring the quiet growling behind him, he took out his hatchet and jumped upwards, attempting to hook it on the lowest rung of the ladder and pull it down. He missed the first time and tried again, this time he managed to catch it and hauled it down with an almighty crash. Unbeknownst to Michael, while he was cursing his own stupidity, a lurker, stirred by the crash of the fire escape ladder, was sneaking up behind him. Michael, still not aware of what was going on behind his back, was already up the fire escape to the first floor. Reaching the platform, he turned round to pull back up the ladder only for his hand to meet the cold and clammy claw of the walker on the last rung. Unable to see it due to the setting sun, Michael became panic-stricken and reached for his hatchet, the walker growled loudly as it tried to pull itself up with its decaying muscles. Hacking wildly in front of him, Michael only managed to hit the lurker on his fourth swing, carving its face in two. The walker fell from the platform onto the concrete with a heavy thud, luckily Michael pulled his hatchet free before so. "Lucky, way too lucky." he whispered to himself, still panting. He took some time to catch his breath before making the rest of the way up to the roof.