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((Thank you for clearing that up))

Zhang thanked the girl as he slipped on his pack and went down the ladder he came up. With graceful poise he didn't realize he had, he slipped into an open window from the ladder. The room was qute dark, the what was left of the lights shuttered as he carefully walked around. Wy said there was no infected in the building anymore, but Zhang was hesitant to take that info and run with it.

Drawing his katana and turning on the flashlight taped to his pack's shoulder strap, he saw dead infected and junk everywhere. "Seems like little miss traffic light did clear this place out." Zhang walked over to one of the bodies and stabbed it for good measure, "Yup, dead as a doorknob."

He looked around. There seemed to be plenty of scraps for him to use. His brain connect wires, cogs and conveyer belts until he could clearly see what each thing could be used for. The old desk in a corner, a possible workshop along side whatever might be in the maintenance room. The metal easel once meant for art, a camp fire powered by the broken drawer down the hall. The office chair, a slightly lumpy, yet comfortable sleeping mat if he cut it up.

Zhang dashed back out to the ladder with a bundle of wood scraps and the metal easel attached precariously to his shoulder strap. He climbed the ladder and threw all of his stuff over the edge.
"I trust you won't steal anything of mine?" Zhang asked Wy before heading back down the ladder.