Joseph Nervada stretched as he stood up from his bed, the usual 9:00 PM lookout knocking on his door, reminding him his shift was over, as that was the schedule they set up at the beginning of the outbreak to make sure everyone did what they did. He got dressed and took some bread and a bottle of water out onto the front steps, his usual breakfast at the start of his shift, which was usually him sitting at the entrance and watching over, occasionally walking around the building.

Thus was the routine his life had become based upon, and hours later Joseph found himself walking around the building, twirling his knife in his hand with his pistol in his pocket. His patrol was fairly boring, there was rarely anything other than the occasional zombie, so he was almost always bored, and talked to whoever he came up upon while on duty, although that was rarely anyone since most people took to themselves while on break, so he was usually left with his thoughts.

Those thoughts were quickly interrupted as he saw movement, but it was only just Eli, no doubt he was going to go work on his bike, he was always trying to fix that thing. "Morning." he greeted. "How's the bike?" Although he didn't really expect Eli to get the bike working anytime soon, but if he did it would be one step closer to Alcatraz. He'd been anxious ever since they got the signal, he wanted to get there as soon as possible, but he knew they didn't have the supplies yet.