Roger was a good man, he did his taxes, ate healthy, and even donated money to the homeless shelter from time to time. He thought he was going to be the heroic survivor to help people out, with his knowledge and know how. However, no internet article or survival guide could ever prepare a human for this type of task. He didn't exactly live in this apartment, he merely just entered it on the off chance that the military would be there to save all these people and he could just catch a ride with them. Well, he was wrong. They basically left him and the others to die alone in this damned place or maybe save them after everyone is infected in this building. So, he just let himself inside of an open door as it seems the previous owner was either dead in that room or dead outside the apartment. After doing a quick check of the room, so no random zombie would just appear out of nowhere, he started to barricade. 

It was silent for the time being in his room, Roger was just sitting there with nothing to do except pace until he heard some window smashing on a nearby room. Roger silently moved towards the sound of the noise and pressed his ear towards his door barricaded by his dresser and bed and tried to listen to what was happening right outside his room. He listened and then felt disgusted that he actually listened to that whole speech about whatever the heck he was trying to actually convey. Roger contemplated on how people are already going batshit insane, the attack helicopter causing quite the ruckus, the occasional screaming by passer, and the stench of whatever from downstairs was already reaching up to his room. 

A few minutes of thinking about his fucked up situation he finally made a plan for himself to survive this damned apocalypse. He wasn't too sure what was happening in the beginning, but after the attack helicopter coming over and blowing the place to hell, he assumed that they were being invaded by these freaks of nature. As people are screaming down the hallway and people are already going insane, it won't be long until the freaks actually make their way up here and then leave him in a death trap where it is either jump out of his window, or fight who knows how many freaks are out there. "Well, if I'm to survive this hellhole of a place. Might as well do when I'm not alone." Roger muttered to himself. 

He dragged the items blockading his door and made sure he had everything in his pack to do sort of fine in this situation. He made sure that his mask was on correctly, gun was fully loaded, and his crowbar ready to bash the head of anything in his path. Roger tried to listen what was happening outside and it seemed that a pack of freaks weren't ready to ambush him the moment he leaves his room. So, Roger does the most ballsy move he has ever done in quite some time. Leave a room. He creaked it open and his mind was now being filled with possibilities of how many horrendous ways he could ever die in this fucked up place.