"[i][color=39b54a]Noble? Not the first word I'd use to describe me, but I'll take it.[/color][/i]"

Staring down at the mask now in his hand, Teller contemplated what to do with it. Of course, it didn't take long to relegate it to a place in his rucksack. It was good for combat obviously, but the perimeter alarm and delta detector in his armor was more useful for everyday operations. So, Teller decided to heed the advice of the announcer and start worrying about his survival for the day. He didn't have any rations on him, the mission hadn't been an extended one, just a rapid raid from FOB Blackhawk. So, he needed to go about finding some food, though shelter seemed to be more or less a non-issue given the massive amount of buildings in the area. That noted, he decided it was best to find a vantage point and get a lay of the land. That way he'd at least have some form of bearing, hearkening back to his survival training as part of his UASD training, Teller scanned his surroundings for a tall enough structure to give him some bearings. Sadly this place seemed a suburb, with the structures being of uniform height and each lawn seeming like the one before. So, selecting the nearest one, he resolved to find a way to get up to the rooftops and survey the land.

First was the interior of the house, he had to make sure the area was clear. Bringing his rifle to a low ready, Teller took a deep breath to steel his nerves before moving in. Breaching a room solo was dangerous at best, but he could at least limit the damage done by pieing off the room. He took a moment to recall the technique as he hadn't used it since before the devil invasion, only as a Marine in the Middle East had he used the technique. "[i][color=39b54a]Alright, open the door and step back, clear the room by angles from outside, easy and simple. If Lance Corporal Teller with 2/3 Marines could do it, Captain Teller of the UASD can do it.[/color][/i]" He opened the door from the side and took a few steps back before slowly sweeping right, getting a sense for every part of the room that could be surveyed from the outside. Satisfied the area was clear as best as he could see, he entered and swept left and right, finding the house to be clear of hostiles.

The house was somber and quite, reminding the Captain of the seriousness of what he had just left behind. Moving to the kitchen area, he didn't bother with the the fridge. He had no idea how consistent power had been to this area, but perishables were useless regardless. Looting cabinets still didn't leave much, but he found a few cans of food that seemed edible. Putting them in his ruck, he continued looting around but didn't find much more. He did, however, find a useful tool in the garage in the form of a short rope, about three feet in length. He placed it in his rucksack before continuing on for, according to his armor, forty five minutes, stopping to loot intermittently. As the time for the 'storm' neared, Teller decided it was time to seek cover. Like every other house before it, he pied off the door before entering. As ever, he looted a few cans of food before, this time, coming to rest in a bedroom. He shut and locked the door behind him and lay down in the bed, comfy it seemed but it creaked angrily beneath the weight of the armor, though it held. Teller set his armor to sound an internal alarm if it detected motion within the house of anything standing taller than 4'10. Teller settled in for a fitful sleep as ever, the same old nightmares of battles fought and Marines lost no longer able to wake him from his slumber.