Zachary woke up aching. The low quality of the mattress he used did not help in easing the pain of the bruises he had received from last night's battle. Slowly, he stretched himself out of bed and headed over to where he had his showed. He had rigged up a water core over an old drain, along with a mirror he had made an effort to clean, a towel he had scavenged to dry himself with and another cloth with which he could scrub himself with. Removing his clothes, he stepped under the water core and pulled the switch to turn it on. He breathed suddenly as the cold water washed over his skin, then scrubbed down his body of sweat, dust and grime. On rare occasions he would find a dried-out cake of soap to use, but usually he had to suffice with just water and scrubbing. Finished with washing himself he took a few moments to inspect himself in the mirror. A year without proper grooming had left the hair on his head at a medium-long length, not yet down to his shoulders, and his beard had grown a lot past the neatly trimmed goatee he had once had. The rest of his body had also grown more hair, and it had also accumulated numerous scars- some from accidents and some from battles. A year of surviving in this wasteland had not been kind on anybody's appearance.

Over the year he had gradually become acclimatised to the ongoing feeling of filth, but still made an effort to remain hygienic, showering at least every few days, brushing his teeth and washing his clothes. He put his used clothes into a large drum, poured a small amount of washing powder he had scavenged in with them and used the shower to fill it with water. After scrubbing them around a bit he emptied the drum of its dirty soapy water and the clothes. While he rinsed his clothes he eyed the spots of blood on the sleeve of the shirt and his face went grim with the memory. He only paused for a moment before continuing, rinsing the clothes of suds and then hanging them up inside to dry. To aid his hygiene routine he had found a couple of other sets of clothes which fitted him, so he put on a relatively clean set of clothes. He then ate breakfast from his stolen rations and afterwards he brushed his teeth. He had found a toothbrush, but toothpaste was even harder to find than soap so he usually settled with scrubbing them with water.

Fresh and ready for the day ahead, Zachary went to remove the covering to the entrance of his lair when Kaa'is brought a noise outside to his attention. He paused and listened silently, and sure enough he heard a person outside walking around. As quietly as he could, Zachary slunk over to one of the tiny cracks in the rubble and looked out through it. At first he didn't see anything, but then he saw for a moment what appeared to be a pair of legs walking past. So Zachary waited a few minutes, listening around, until he couldn't hear the person outside any more and he was confident they were far enough away, until he opened up his hide-away and exited into the open air towing a trolley behind him and carrying his usual gear. The passer-by was nowhere to be seen so Zachary calmly concealed the entrance and walked off, heading towards where he had found that skyway unit.