[center][h1][color=Yellow]Walter[/color][/h1][/center]

Points of entry were always a difficult choice to make, other than trying the front door itself. Unfortunately, Walter wasn't an idiot, and that wasn't an option; he had scouted out the surroundings of the base's outskirts, and only when he was already crawling up against the wall of a building, did his suspicions ring true.

Just as he had thought, the base was occupied by a group, and it was safe to assume that they were armed if it was military building. Latching the crowbar to his belt, Walter saw that there was no reason to be there any longer. Even after all this time, he refused to steal from the living. Theft wasn't scavenging.

But he was on the verge of collapsing from exhaustion; that is, if starving didn't get him first. Even as Walter turned to leave through his entry point, there was a want to show himself, to bite the bullet and take the risk that he wouldn't be gunned down on sight. His head pounded like a drum, only serving to worsen his indecision.

[color=Yellow][b]"Okay, okay.."[/b][/color] he mumbled to himself, taking a deep breath. It was worth a shot, Walter figured as he strolled into the clearing where he could see the group clearly. He could not help but think of the brutality that his group had done to one another, all over paranoia... he didn't know if he could place himself in a group after all of that.

Before they would notice him, Walter promptly removed the holster at his belt, tossing the unloaded handgun before his feet and standing behind them. [color=Yellow][b]"Hey,"[/b][/color] there was really no other way of greeting others in this type of world these days, but Walter figured that a casual approach was for the best.

He just hoped that it would all work out.

[@Wick] [@WildRose]