Jim kept up with the woman.  Someone screamed ahead of them.  So he started moving faster.  If there were survivors the sooner they got there the more likely they could keep it that way.  Of course this was assuming they could do anything at all, but if not then they would just end up like the rest.  That would suck, but on the bright side they wouldn't have to continue life with the burden of failing on their backs.  He decided not to focus on that particular bright side as it was a bit depressive.  

"Cookies huh?  Damn it!  I'm starving.  Ugh.  Now, I can't die.  It's a rule right!?  One can't be taken out of this world without a last meal?  I read that somewhere.  Though, technically yesterday's dinner would count as my last meal I no on account of that being more than eight hours ago!"  He walked for a moment in silence, trying to think of anything strange, but nothing was coming to mine.  Well, nothing out of his unusual, that is.  "Uh.  Well, yesterday there was a big tortoise in my room.  I woke up and looked down and he was just staring up at me.  Damn thing was bigger than some dogs.  He was about ten pounds."

Jim walked a few more feet before flashes of black light streaked over his head and left purple scorched marks in the building on his side.  "Duck!"  And he did.