This predicament reminds me of a lone adventurer in the forest.
As night descendshis torch is the only thing protects him from the beasts that prowl and hunger for his flesh. and in a dire attempt to fend them off, he swings his torch at them, only to cause what little flame left to go out.
Now the beasts, knowing that he is unprotected and doom is soon to follow, begin growling, stepping ever nearer to their next meal.
Waiting.