[H3]Nathaniel Harvard[/h3]

Nathaniel didn't move for a long while, his only motion to adjust his make-shift fabric mask. He was being watched he knew it. By somebody or something not infected. A slight blue glow flickered around his fingers but he dampened it quickly.

"Who's there? Show yourself!" He looked around, "I'm armed."

He wasn't armed to the obvious eye, but his magic was a last line of defense and he counted it as being armed. 
[i]This isn't good. I didn't count for this. And on the surface. You'd think an uninfected idiot would be smart enough to stay where you don't have to fear as often.[/i]