The boy sets out to find plywood on the road before the rain falls as a cover to keep him and his father warm for the apparent rainfall.
He sets up the plywood against a tree only to see that no rain has come. He sets down the flare pistol and sets off to scour the countryside for food.
As long as the boy looked, he had no luck with finding food.
No food.
Under the plywood.
No, I'm not. You need to keep going south and find the good guys, okay?
*Wheezing* You need to go without me, we've always been lucky. It's alright. Just go.
But I want to be with you Papa.
I can't. You have to be okay Papa.
You can't, you need to carry the fire.
I know, but I can't hold my son dead in my arms. You can still talk to me, just imagine and practice and you will hear me.
It's inside you and always has.
You said you would never leave me Papa.
Where is it? I don't know where it is.
I know you are, but you'll be okay. You're going to be lucky. I need to stop talking now or I am going to cough.
Just don't give up . Okay?
Don't worry Papa, you don't need to talk. It's okay.