[center]Barnard Avenue Card[/center] Card felt his weight shift as he allowed himself to collapse clumsily onto his back; fortunately the thick rug adorning the floor in the child’s room cushioned his collision with the ground. It was probably there for that very reason, though he doubted the owners were expected someone like Card to be falling over onto it, then again they were downstairs chewing on the couch so it was a moot point regardless. His rather pointless musings continued for a good half hour or so, Card could be incredibly lazy when he had something particularly unpleasant to do. Finally however, his rather overactive brain forced him to seek some form of stimulation, and counting the swirls on the ceiling wasn’t going to cut it. With a resigned sigh, Card jumped back up onto his feet in an almost graceful or acrobatic manner, though the illusion was swiftly dispelled when he misjudged the move and almost face-planted the window-sill, only catching himself at the last second. “Fuck it.” He swore, in the fashion people sometimes do when they almost trip over in the street, and aren’t sure if anyone noticed. With a final glance out the window under the corner of curtain he turned away and crept over to the door. Only opening it a little he peeked out into the upstairs landing of the household, expecting to have an irate homeowner fly towards him at any moment. When none-such terrible circumstances transpired he breathed out suddenly and braced himself, pushing open the door enough to slide his thin frame out he sped towards the opposite side of the house at a half crouch. In his peripheral he caught an upturned face staring at him with madness in its eyes and with a panicked gasp he yanked open another bedroom door, this time the parent’s, and went inside. He closed the door behind him more forcefully then he intended, knowing he was sure to have attracted their attention brought a nervous haste to his actions as he made his way to the window facing towards the back-garden. He reached it without a second to lose as a cracking noise emanated from the door behind him, followed by repeated thumping and snarling. Sliding the window open he jumped out without a second thought, clutching the windowsill and holding his light frame with all the strength he could muster. Card closed his eyes and with a silent prayer to a god he didn’t believe in he allowed his grip to release, and waited for impact. It came sooner than he expected with his feet crashing into an open garbage bin, his momentum absorbed by springy garbage bags. With a startled exclamation he fell back and the bin tipped onto its side, spilling its contents out onto the grass. Barely able to believe that he hadn’t broken a bone the lucky young adult sprang to his feet with only a few grazes to mark his strenuous activity and broke out into a sprint, jumping over the back-fence with an agility born from experience escaping police officers. [center]UNC campus[/center] Card couldn’t stop for breath as at random intervals on his short journey towards the campus he kept running into the crazies. Despite all the street-skills he employed it seemed like the moment he lost a pursuer another was on his tail, and he was growing more tired every second. Finally, after what felt like hours he crossed University Heights and ran into Mullen Park, keeping as low a profile as possible. The trees were a god-send for cover, making it relatively easy for him to get by aggressors which could more than easily deal with him. Though at one particularly hectic point he was forced to pick up a big stick and crack a rabid young girl on the head with it, apologizing in the same breath as he dropped his impromptu weapon and ran past her unconscious body. He had to stop on the other side of University Heights, his breath wasted, he had at least made it to campus, now all he had to do was survive long enough to find the biggest safest building nearby and wait to be rescued. He crept along the side of Zeis hall, though he had no idea that was what it was called, and got his first look at the main part of campus. He gulped; it wasn’t going to be easy. --- Summary --- Card makes it out of the house by the skin of his teeth and somehow survives the short journey into Campus. Taking a moment to catch his breath by the Zeis building, he realizes the path to the Library, his intended destination for the fairly primitive reasons of general size and security, is filled with infected and without some outside help he could be in trouble.