Card may have gone unnoticed in different ways by the two very different threats around him, but peeking out from behind a low wall his eyes tracked every movement of the gnarly older white man who had every look of an old school biker. It wasn’t hard to guess why Card was paying special attention to the first human he had seen in at least forty eight hours which showed some semblance of thought. Better yet, he saw an opportunity, and was happy to take it, when he inevitable alerted the horde outside to his presence he was sure to get killed.

Card’s happy musings were cut short by an earth-shaking explosion, which caused him to literally leap out of his skin. Having little to no familiarity with such things, Card shook uncontrollably for about a minute before he braved looking over his cover again, spotting the smoke on the road ahead and the man from before making a beeline for –his- library, using the brief confusion he had caused as the perfect distraction.

“Fuck.” Card spat, diving over the wall in a moment of brief, un-considered bravery. He landed in a run, following his older companion’s footsteps as best as he could by making his way to the Library while the coast was relatively clear. 

Card was a lot more cautious on entering, because there was no telling what a man starting explosions off on the road would do to him if they crossed paths. Hopefully, considering the size of the place, he wouldn’t have to find out. Pushing through plush doors he shimmied a rucksack off his back and pulled out his stun gun, clutching it shakily as he returned the backpack to its rightful place and scuttled off into the depths, hoping to lose himself in stacks of literature, figuratively of course, Card didn’t like reading. 

--- Summary ---

Card lucks out and leeches off Vincent's distraction to enter the library about half a minute behind him, he sets off on his own personal adventure, hoping to avoid trouble as only he can.