[center][color=aba000][h1]Colin Bright[/h1][/color][/center]

[i]Colin was standing inside the manager's office yet again. His father stood before him, a pleading look in his eye. He reached for his son's hand. Colin grabbed it, but as soon as he did, the hand decayed, his father biting his arm. Colin wrenched his arm away. "[color=aba000]Dad?[/color]" His father growled as he transformed into the monsters that killed him. "You...Left...Me..." His voice was guttural, and somehow off. Colin was still thinking about the change in voice as his father devoured him.[/i]

[center][i]8:07 AM, Downtown Washington[/i][/center]
	Colin woke up in a start, drenched with sweat. "[color=aba000]Goddamnit.[/color]" He crawled out of his sleeping bag unceremoniously, looking around the hideout he currently lived in. Ever since his father's death, he hadn't been able to stay at the warehouse. It wasn't a logical decision, but Colin could only think about his father's face when he pleaded for Colin to go. It wasn't any warehouse, but at least it was warm.

	The store was barricaded with empty shelves, covering the windows and doors. Colin didn't have much to set up, other than his sleeping bag and some comics, so those were strewn unceremoniously around the store, along with his clothes. There was just enough light streaming in for visibility in the day, but when night fell it was pitch black. He stopped admiring his shelter and changed quickly into his clothes, opting for a t-shirt and some jeans. It's not like he had many other options anyways.

	He grabbed his supplies, stuffing them into his backpack just as he did every day. His baseball bat was propped up by his sleeping bag, and he glanced at the dried blood caked on the blunt weapon. Colin hesitated for a second, before grabbing it all the same. He walked out through the back entrance, a heavy metal door that he doubted would give way any time soon. And with that, he began his scavenging for the day.

[center][i]12:31 PM, Downtown Washington [/i][/center]
	It was a rather unfruitful attempt. He didn't find anything of use except for some new batteries. However, he soon noticed a couple of sentries. Two, wait...No three fey were standing guard of an office building. He quickly ducked out of sight, dashing into an alley. He went deep into the recesses, waiting thirty seconds for any sign of movement from the office. Once the coast was clear, he heard a roar. It was the very roar that haunted his dreams every night. The roar of the dead. The two sides clashed As he weighed which was more of a threat, he ultimately decided that he would rather the fey. It wasn't because he believed that they were easier to deal with. Not by a long shot. Colin just didn't know if he could deal with those...creatures that used to be men, women, children. Now drooling monsters, filled with bloodlust.


	Colin stood watching the horde of dead face the group of fey. "[color=aba000]C'mon. Sheer numbers doesn't always work.[/color]" He said, praying that the fey would prevail with their skill. Funny how he was favoring things that contributed to the destruction of humankind, as opposed to things that contributed to the destruction of mankind, that killed his father. The fey made short work of the invaders, and Colin pumped his fist. "[color=aba000]Yes![/color]" He said, scooting back into the safety of the shadows. He scooped up his backpack, noticing some movement on the roof above him. He puzzled over it, carefully entering the building. The coast looked clear...Colin moved on to the stairwell, his bat at the ready as he pushed open the creaky metal door. He walked carefully up the steps, ready to fight if necessary. 

	Colin stopped at the top, peering through the window. As he saw a man walking towards the stairs, he fell backwards in surprise. He hadn't seen anybody else (who was living) since his dad had died. It was a nasty tumble, and he banged his arm on the railing, but he quickly recovered and was able to right himself before he hit the cold steel stairs. Colin couldn't contain his excitement, and got ready for the man to walk through. "[color=aba000]Hey, I'm Colin. No, too informal. Hello, sir! No, too formal.[/color]" 

	He went through this process many times before finally settling on something. As the door opened, he said what came to mind first instead. "[color=aba000]Lovely day for the end of the world.[/color]" It was only at that moment that something obvious occured to Colin. [i][color=aba000]What if this guy isn't so friendly?[/color][/i] Unfortunately, it was too late for Colin to correct his blunder, and he could only settle with raising his bat clumsily in a strange fighting pose.