The sun had just risen over the mountains, which meant that his shift was over. Not much activity had happened during the night save a few zombies trying to use the others as a stepping stone to get over the fence. It was good that the fence was there, but he thought it was a nuisance that the zombies tried almost every which way to get over it. At least his shift was over, and he could spend time in the art room with his sculptures and drawings before his next shift. Art was the only thing that kept him sane around this place due to the fact that he never really talked to anyone around here.

He grabbed his gun, slung it over his right shoulder, packed up the rest of his things, and headed downstairs to let Eli know that his shift was done. He figured he would be working on that bike of his, and headed over to the parking lot. When he got there, he had seen that Joseph had been the first one to wake and beat him down here "Eli my shift's over. we're going to have to do something about that pileup around the gate, they're trying to climb over them." He said in a monotone voice awaiting his response.