After Cy had taken out the stray zombies he locked the for to the roof, and grabbed his sleeping bag. He hoped neither of the women knew how to pick locks. Bane looked up at the stars, which were barely visible because of the fire a few blocks over. Cyrus always lied to think of what the world would be like if the shit hadn't hit the fan. Bane scratched another tic mark in the concrete floor. If his calculations were correct, then it was August 18th. Winter would be coming soon. That was when life would become hell on earth. All he could do was pray that he would survive. But first he would have to worry about surviving that night.