[center][color=8dc73f]Drew Anderson[/color][/center]

7th Floor -

Drew finally calmed down enough from his near panic attack enough to hear all the terrible noise from down below, Drew was about to panic again but he managed to calm his nerves long enough to collect his thoughts and to think ahead for a plan to survive the zombies. Drew quickly went down the stairs to get his crowbar from the lower landing which he dropped in his panic, he run back to the top landing and ran to his room, and quickly but as silently as he can he closed his apartment door. He opened the closet door next to his apartment exit and he pulled out a camper Backpack to carry all his survival tools and food while he tries to escape once the zombies are thinned enough to make a clear escape for himself.

Drew went into the kitchen and grabbed all the pre packaged food and water he could possibly need to last a few days, he went into his bedroom and grabbed his cellphone charger and crank radio, he chuckled at himself, reminding himself of how useless he thought this would be when he first got it. He grabbed some batteries and a lighter. Also some flares wouldn't hurt to have as either a signal or a distraction, he lucky he still had his hiking stuff from last summer. He sighed and put the bag next to the apartment door, he silently stood there for a few moments, and sighed again, he looked at his apartment window and watched the streets below, it apperes that loud explosion cleared out the street, but he could still he see zombies here and there, but now is the best time for him and others to escape to safety.