[b][color=9e0b0f]Xavier[/color][/b]

	He looked at the room before him, taking it all in. There were two dead ferals, whose brains he had just blown against the wall. He looted the kitchen cabinet, finding two cans of beans(that hadn't expired), and a chocolate bar. He shoved the delicacy into his bag, already thinking how much he should draw it out. He heard a thump against the kitchen door, and approached it with his knife in hand. Before he could get there, a feral burst out, knocking him down. He barely had enough strength to keep the feral above him, and he gave a last ditch effort. He plunged the hunting knife into the feral's head, killing it. He stood up abruptly, looking in the bathroom, finding a gas mask. He strapped it onto his face, put his cloak's hood up, and strode out of the house, looking at the street of a suburban neighborhood. Except, the weeds were overgrown, the roads were cracked, and bodies littered the street.