[center]Asheville, Barnard Avenue
Card[/center]

It wasn’t really hard to explain what he, Card the part time drug-dealer part time swindler of only 19 years of age, was doing crouching nervously in the upper story of an average sized blue house a spitting distance from UNC. Students made excellent targets for all forms of debauchery he was happy to provide, and that was just what he was doing right up until all hell predictably had to break loose. Morbidly, he figured it was probably for the best, he was starting to get a pretty nasty reputation!

Regardless, Card found himself peering anxiously down Barnard Avenue, only a few streets away from the general green which ran into campus. The area around him was crawling with the crazies, which he had, as a genre savvy young gentleman, taken to calling zombies. His supplies had run down to a packet of crisps and two bottles of water in a small rucksack he carried, along with the clothes on his back, which consisted of generally chavvy but comfortable and functional attire. The thought reminded him that his hoodie was scrunched up in the backpack because it was damn warm, especially when running for one’s life.

Which was exactly what he had been doing up until earlier that day, he had ran all the way to this house and found it occupied, which was up there on his worst nightmares list. Somehow he had snuck upstairs without being spotted, and was now hunkered down in some kid’s room, listening to the heavy breathing of some zombies downstairs and the general hubbub of a swarm just outside his window. It was seriously shit.

Anxiously, he shuffled through a deck of cards with one hand, and squinted, blinking rapidly. Sleep deprivation was starting to take its toll on the small man, if he could even be called that, small youth even. He wiped the sweat from his brow and slicked back his saturated muddy-blonde and particularly scraggy looking hair.

“Alright… alright, gotta get somewhere nice and big, nice and secure. Somewhere official right, somewhere I can expec’ to get saved yeah.” He nodded his head down in thought and allowed the small corner of curtain he had been holding aloft to peer out into the street to drop suddenly, plunging the room into semi-darkness again. “Where the fuck am I goin’ to find a place like that?” 

--- Summary ---

Card, having likely been dealing drugs or doing something similarly unscrupulous in the general vicinity of the University, has been marooned in a house a few streets from the Library.