[b]Mitchell ST SW
Atlanta, Georgia
United States[/b]


While he ate his granola bar Deven, once more made his way over to the window and gazed through. This new world had caused him to be very meticulous when it came to ventures like this, he had to make sure he hadn't missed anything or ensure the situation didn't change. Sure enough as he gazed through the small slit of window, it only took Deven a few moments to notice the movement on the street. It wasn't long until he saw what it was that was moving and as their figures became clear Deven's heart dropped.

They were survivors, a small group of them and judging by their matching colors, style of dress and demeanor they must have been some sort of gang before this all started. After glancing between them and the small market up ahead it was clear they had their eyes set on the same goal. But something happened, it seemed one of their members had hurt himself while messing with a rather luxurious car they passed, for Deven could see the younger boys blue shirt being slowly stained by more and more crimson as he clutched his arm to his chest, at least that's what he had managed to see before the other members crowded around him.

A few moments passed before their small gang began moving back in the direction they had come from. Deven's heart quickly rose up from his stomach as he watched them leave, this meant he had a chance he could still search the grocery. But he had to be fast, there was still a chance that gang could return to search the grocery and he had to be in and out before they, possibly come back.

With this in mind Deven looked over the area one last time before finishing his granola bar, dropping the wrapper onto the floor he then made his way to the door. Once there he, as silently as possible, pushed aside the dresser he had moved in front of the door. Once that was out of the way, he cracked the door slightly and peeked his head out. The doors of these apartments led directly out to a small parking lot reserved for those that lived in the complex, checking his surrounding once more Deven sighted three infected within the boundaries of the small parking lot, though with all of the cars and the distance between him and them he would easily be able slip by undetected. 

Lowering himself down to a crouch Deven pulled the door open just to the point where he would fit through before stepping out, pulling the door silently closed behind him. He had been extremely luck that this apartment's previous owner hadn't thought to lock the door when they left or else he wouldn't have been nearly as fortunate as he already was. Once out of the apartment Deven made his way to the yard he had scouted through his window, moving with a bit of haste to his step and sticking close to the wall of the building as he did so. Once there Deven peered around the corner of the building and scouted the field again, the two infected had shambled down to the far side of the yard and were far enough away for him to not worry about being heard by them. While the infected in the next yard was still standing in the middle of the yard staring mindlessly at the yards complex which was in the opposite direction of Deven's current planned path. 

Moving away from the wall Deven set off at a light jog making sure to keep his head on a swivel for any infected that he may not have seen. Soon enough he reached the row of trees that separated the two yards and now he could see this yard more clearly including the two infected near the base of the apartment building that he had missed, Happily they were no where near close enough for him to worry about, the only one he had to somewhat worry about was the infected in the middle of the yard. If he messed up it was possible the infected would hear him and turn to investigate at that point it would see him and he would be forced to kill it, hopefully if he had to do so he could do it without alerting the other two infected, or any others for that matter. 

With as much of a lightness to his step as he could he set off once more at a light jog on his way across the field. As he neared the infected he eyed it cautiously looking for any sort of reaction that would hint to him being heard, but as he passed the infected by it continued to stare mindlessly at the building completely unaware of the potential meal moving behind it. Once Deven reached the next row of trees he set to scanning the street which only had a few car on the sides of the road and no other sort of cover. Now he could clearly see the bloodied up broken window of the white Mustang the gang's younger member had messed with, two infected had gathered around the car, likely attracted by the noise they had made. But that only helped Deven more, for those two infected having been lured away now gave him a straight shot across the street and to the market.

With raised hopes Deven set off across the street keeping his head on a swivel as he jogged across the extremely exposed street. Now that he knew there were people he he knew he had to be more careful, if they saw him it could spell trouble, they didn't seem like the friendliest bunch. He had come here knowing he might encounter some other survivors but he had no reason to engage with an unwelcoming bunch such as them.

As Deven finished crossing the street he only sparred a quick scan of the area, seeing the two infected were quite a distance away Deven quickly made his way to the entrance of the small grocery. The grocery store's automatic doors were open and likely would remain that way thanks to the lack of electricity. Poking his head around the corner of the door Deven scanned for any infected, seeing none in the immediate area Deven slipped into the small market hoping to be able to clear out the store before that gang even had a chance of catching him.