Garbage duty was a shitty job in the apocalypse. Chris had taken it upon himself to clean up the bodies left behind from the group clearing out the campus. Valentine wore a bandana around his mouth and nose to stop himself from gagging, oh, the joy of zombies. The man busied himself with chopping the heads of zombies off and dragging the pieces to the bed of his truck. He would then drive them out of the community and dump them into a pile. It was crude, but at least the campus wouldn't smell like shit most of the time. Christopher hated that he had to use so much has, he only had a couple gas cans left for his truck. 

After finishing his little job, he decided to go listen in on the meeting at the Administration Hall. He arrived late, which meant that he didn't really know what was happening. Listening was something Chris was good at, so he stayed quiet and let other people voice their opinions. Reaching into his back pocket he pulled out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter. Now, Chris only used to smoke on occasion, usually during times of stress; but now with the way things were, smoking had become a slight habit. The nicotine seemed to calm him down just enough to keep a level head and not freak out about the fact that he was in a freaking zombie apocalypse. Taking a drag and realizing the vapor, he finally spoke. "I just finished cleaning up zombie from around campus so I missed the first part of this meeting. Have we decided on anything yet? I think we should secure a few buildings so we can have a place to sleep without having to keep one eye open ya know? Then we need to have some people get supplies because I'm pretty sure we don't have enough of anything. Oh and can we all introduce ourselves? I would feel much more comfortable if I knew all your names, seeing as I just joined you group... I'm Chris Valentine by the way." Chris then put his cigarette back up to his lips and returned to silence, hoping that they could come to a decision soon so they could get some supplies.