The rain made it hard to hear the footsteps of the approaching undead, not to meantion the fact that it soaked through the thin wind breaker that cover his muscled body. Each step splashed underfoo as he made his way towards the police station. They should have guns right? And he could always sleep in one of the rooms there out of the cold. Shouldering the pack a bit more he slipped past the many of wreaked cars that were outside before making his way inside. It was super dark, though the flashlight he had did well to light the way ahead. His shoes squeaked with every step, giving away his position though it didn't seem to matter, the building was empty. The armory had been cleaned out to no surprise, though he had managed to find a box of matches and a pack of cigarettes. Lighting one he continued towards the interrogation rooms where he made a simple fire out of the table. Sure it was a little fire though it was enough to heat the room. Timely he stared into the flames, drifting off to sleep without having even laid out his bedroll.

Chun darted around, shaking the wet rain off of herself. Maybe the police station had shelter..? Well, not like there was any other options around. She snuck in cautiously, being sure to not give away her location. Chun made a chuff sound at the smell of smoke. It just smelled so.. gross. Maybe there was some loot or something..

Robyn didn't mind the rain too much as it hit her, matting and pressing her blonde hair to her head. Her face was smeared with dirt and her clothes had not been spared either. She looked around for any place that could remotely be a shelter- at least, one that wasn't overrun by The Infected. She coughed. The cold weather was getting to her and she needed shelter.

Blue was sitting in a tree, unusually quiet. She had seen some of the vile creatures, most preferred to call zombies, nearby. She didnt make a move, how could she? She might die if a noise was made.

He woke as his head lulled forward. He was so tired...maybe a bit of sleep would do him well. Standing he mans sure to brace the chair against the door before laying against the wall which held the door. That way anyone looking in would only see where there had been a small now burnt out fire.

She let out a sigh of relief, and tried to find an empty room

When the footsteps went past his door he opened his eyes. Was there someone else here? What would the odds be of that? It was probably just another undead. Unless it got to pushing the door then he wouldn't really worry.

She shook her head, then decided to try to put the cigarette smell out

Blue silently climbed down from the tree. She walked slowly away. She sighed. So lonely.... my brother is probably dead, all my friends are probably dead, everyone is probably dead. I havent held a decent conversation in..... forever. I mean, at least I dont have to pay taxes, or get a job, or pay for really anything! she said quietly.

A bump at the door caused him to reach for the ax. Carefully he stood and removed the chair from the door before throwing the door open. On the other side the girl barely missed getting an axin the face,though he managed to stop it right before it hit her face. For a moment he was quiet before narrowing his eyes at her. "Whatsa girl like ya doin 'ere alone?" He said in a thick whisper that was heavily drowned in a Louisianan accent.