Cyrus crouched on top of a school roof in the town he was currently scavenging in. He looked through the scope of his sniper rifle, and noted everything that had just happened in quick succession. A man had called out a group of zombies, and another survivor had shot them with arrows. His scope lingered on her head for a moment, and his finger twitched. Then he slung his rifle over his back and sighed. Bane sat criss-cross on the roof, and too out a powerbar. He was lucky to find a box of them. They had kept him alive for the past week. Cyrus stood when he saw two women enter the school. "Shit," he muttered as he grabbed his back and threw it over his shoulder, and replaced it with his rifle. Rethinking, he let his rifle lay across his chest, and released his pistol from its holster on his hip. He walked back down to the floor of the school. He liked being up high, where he could hit all his targets. Bane rather disliked fighting at close ranges. Although he could. Cyrus followed the girls into the medical section of the school. He hid, part of his training was being stealth, and learning to conceal himself. His pistol was at the ready. He would wait until they weren't prepared and then he would see what they were doing. He had been living in the school for the past week.