[center][b]Darren[/b][/center]

[i]Ugh, there's always nothing...[/i]

Darren had been spending the morning scavenging the local area, like most survivors. The building he was in had no power and very little sunlight, so he resorted to using his flashlight. To him, using his tool (which was strapped with duct tape to his shoulder) seemed like a distasteful waste of resource. He had to make the batteries last, but the other places were picked dry, like a rotting corpse. The building around him, seemed only half constructed, but scaffolding was left behind. That might prove an invaluable escape route if things get hairy. With both of his weapons holstered as he trifled through ruined desks and rubble. 

[I]Result... at last.[/I]

Darren just got his hand on an unwrapped cereal bar. Perfect start to the morning. Not much sense in using his other food now, so Darren quite simply stuffed it in his pocket. Victory, as always in this place, was short lived. The sounds of the walking dead began to fill the building, and it didn't take a genius to work out that they were beginning to enter the bottom floor. They definitely caught the scent of something, and if it was Darren... well, either way it was time to take his leave. Darren bolted up the nearby flight of stairs to the third floor, the part which seemed to be under construction. Darren skidded and slipped around the supporting pillars. The scaffolding was easily accessible, as there was only an empty window frame within the wall that separated him. Darren vaulted through the window, placing his hands on the frame for stability, and catching himself on the scaffolding bars. Darren's eyes darted around behind his ski goggles, scanning for an escape. Darren mentally plotted a path, and he wouldn't have to get past any zombies that he knew off. 

Darren hopped over, twisting his body so that he was cat hanging on the pole. Darren sighted the poles below him, and dropped down systematically, catching himself on each one. When Darren touched the floor, he sprinted right of the building as fast as he could. Darren was very fortunate. He was small, young and nimble, equipped with some pretty killer weapons. After five minutes, Darren slipped into an alleyway and stopped. With a resounding sigh, Darren slid down the wall till he was sitting and began to pull down the shemagh wrapped around the lower half of his face. Dusting off the cereal bar, Darren unwrapped it and bit down, enjoying his morning meal.