Caleb was used to all the screaming and yelling, his job was a professional wrestler and he had wrestled on the grandest Pay-Per-View of them all. He was renowned, both when his character (Koloko) was a face, and a heel. Unfortunately he was not ready for this type of screaming and yelling. He sat in his friends room on the 5th floor as he listened and watched from the window everything that was going on. The undead horde coming towards the apartments. His friend was away on a business trip, Caleb was supposed to be going home to his family. 

When this whole thing first started he had received a call from his brother about what was happening over there. Caleb's wife wasn't able to escape in time and sacrificed herself so the kids could run. His brother had the kids now, but his wife was confirmed as dead. He held the photo of him, his two kids and his wife as he fought back tears. She was so beautiful and he loved her with every part of him. Of course that was over now that this whole hell had started. He had been hearing a lot of noise and people running just outside in the hallway. 

Caleb looked outside at the multiple zombies burning in the streets from the recent missile that scared him to all hell. he knew that if he stayed there he would die. On the other hand if he left he might die as well. He stood there his bag over his shoulder, with his pistol in his jean's back pocket. His hand was on the door handle as he stared at the door and then back at the open ledge that screamed freedom. This hell was so tempting to escape from. He stared at the screen door and the ledge that he could jump off, but he turned from it, he knew he couldn't do it. It would be letting his kids down, his brother down. He would be letting his well, ex-wife down. Caleb reached into his bag and pulled out a crowbar, as he opened the door and the smell of death filled his nostrils and he had a hard time breathing in at first. It made him take a couple steps back before walking out the door. As he walked out he heard yelling coming from somewhere outside.

"YOU CHINK FUCKS THINK YOU CAN HOLD ME IN HERE? SUCH HUBRIS! I WILL FUCKING KILL YOU! YOU HEAR ME? HUH? I KNOW WHO YOU ARE. I KNOW YOUR FACES!" he roared, his throat stinging with the force of his words. "I'LL KILL YOU, AND THEN I'LL KILL FUCK YOUR GIRL FRIEND, SHOW HER WHAT A REALLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL MAN CAN DO!" 

Caleb looked around with a puzzled look trying to figure out what was going on when a lone man who seemed like he was lost started walking towards Caleb. Caleb sighed as he walked towards the man, he was dead, and must have been a straggler or somehow made it up the stairs first, or maybe it was someone who was already infected. Caleb lifted the crowbar and smashed the man in the side of the skull, his body went hurtling towards a window that shattered as the body smacked into the weakened window. The man fell all the way down all four stories and splattered against the concrete. Caleb wiped some blood off of him as he walked away. He thought about how he couldn't really fake who he was since a lot of people had seen him on TV he was wondering if it was best to try to find people to travel with or if he should try to go alone. He heard a lot of noise coming from the stairwell, but then again, they might be thinking the same thing of where he was, he did just send a man out the window after all. He stood there awkwardly in the seemingly deserted hall thinking about what he should do next. He could hear the down stairs all panicking, he didn't want to be apart of that. 

[i]Maybe if I could find a rope[/i] he thought to himself. Caleb stood there and leaned against the wall as his frustration took over. "FUCK!" he yelled as he hit the wall feeling the wall give way to his fist. "How the fuck am I supposed to get out of here!" he said aloud. He was hoping someone would hear him. He wasn't sure who, but he was wanting someone to.