[b]Day 3[/b]

The door shook violently, the battered and decaying fists of the undead smashing against the door of the foremans office cabin. Robert sat at his desk, looking over at the filing cabinet lying behind it, the obstruction had held them for the past hour but it wouldn't last forever. Gripping hold of his backpack, he threw it over his shoulder and made for the nearby window. Slowly peering through the blinds he couldn't see a single walking corpse at the back end of the office cabin. Taking a look down at the ready pounce Adam, he whistled before slowly opening the window. He raised the blinds and gestured for his companion to leap out of the window, the faithful black haired dog wasting no time in making its way outside. Robert cast one glance to his desk and the note he had left...

[i]To whoever reads this, whether you worked here or not, i'm making my way to the large building south of here. It has large steel shutters, ladder access to the roof and it's own electricity source. There is fresh flowing water and various appliances, making the place almost self-sustaining. I have managed to start barricading it from the inside, if you can make it, climb the ladder to the roof and make your way in. All survivors are welcome. - Rob[/i]

As Robert leapt out of the window, the sound of the door smashing to the floor echoed behind him. His feet landed next to Adam, the black german shepard, who looked up caringly at his master. Rob leant over and rubbed the dog behind the ear behind running off towards the large building south of his office. 

The large steel shutters came into view, that lined the one side of the building. They provided a sturdy barrier between him and the undead, but the sustainability of being there was what made it the best bet. The recently installed solar panels and water drawn from a nearby stream was all part of a project to reduce the quarry's carbon footprint. He had never been one to believe in global warming, thinking it was just a scam by the Governments of the developed world who foresaw the worldwide recession and looked for a way to reduce the impact. It didn't matter now though, global warming or not, he had done his part and it looked like he had found himself a nice place to stay for the forseeable future. 

As the lowly fire exit came into view he spotted a clear path to it, breaking into a sprint before reaching it. He pulled one of the metal mallets from his belt and cautiously opened the door, peering in carefully. He had shut the door behind him when he had left, but he thought it best to be cautious. As he got in through the door he moved a stack of wooden pallets behind the door, the pile propped up on a pump truck. As he pulled the release handle the stack fell to the floor, forming a strong barricade through which nothing could get in.

The fluorescent lighting of the corridor made it easy to see, keeping shadows to a bare minimum. For ten minutes he searched through the entirety of the building, making sure that nothing lurked in a corner or underneath any of the now dormant machinery. As he entered the canteen, the final room, he let out a sigh of relief. He turned to Adam and spoke to the animal.

[i]Looks like we are ok. How do you feel about some food?[/i]

The inflections of Roberts voice as he spoke let the dog know it was feeding time, it's face giving as big a smile as a dog possibly could. Reaching into his back Robert pulled out his wind up torch radio, quickly turning it on to one of the stations. In his hurry to get to safety he had left it in his office, but needing to know what was going on he risked going to get it. Luckily for him and his companion, they both made it back ok.