Initially, Jon was annoyed at the woman, Petra, taking charge and stepping up into the role of leadership, but soon after realized it was for the better. Her doing so kept Jon out of the light and made it easy for him to work on getting with Will. It also helped that she seemed to have some sense, she wasn't panicking or sending them on some fools errand. Before Jon opened his mouth to reply however, Will cleared his throat loudly, causing most of the people to look at him. 

"Oh yeah. Forgot about me. So, I'm Will, hi. I'm 16 years age but I can take care of myself, I have spend time playing with weapons and other stuff. I'm not really sure why I am here." He took a moment and looked around, stopping and staring at Jon when he continued. "I think it's because my dad was a senator and worked with Homeland and CDC, so he probably pulled some strings to get me in here or something. Unless they threw me in here for my ability to use a bow and my handsome demenour. Not to mention my wit. Anyway, that's me in a nutshell."

Jon nodded and looked around, then spoke to Petra. "I have the key, but we'll worry about that later. Right now, everyone needs to go into their rooms and get stuff together. One way or another, we're gunna be leaving here, not sure how soon or anything, but assume sooner than later. Get a bag or something together and get food, clothes, and other stuff you may need. Medical stuff if you can find any. Keep in mind, it's November and we're in Missouri, so it's going to be cold out most likely. Pack as light as you can. Remember that, depending on how things are when we get out, or down to other levels, we may be able to use this place as a base of operation but we don't know that now. We don't know a whole lot."

He looked around from one person to another, and while his voice was somewhat firm and confident, the look on his face was one that portrayed he was nervous and maybe a bit unsure, as if he was trying to fake an outwardly positive feel.

Harris looked at Jon and raised his hand. "Hey I'm not sure I have any warm clothes. I mean I have pants and some shirts, but long sleeve stuff or jackets."

Jon again fought back an annoyed look and kept his outwardly calm, less harsh visage. "Just, uh. We'll all look through out stuff and I'm sure we can come up with some stuff that we can share with you." Harris looked at Jon like he was going to say more but looked down at the floor instead and nodded. 

Harris nodded and went back into his room, leaving the door open as he looked outside for a moment, hearing others go into their rooms while others exchanged a few words. He looked around his room and took it all in. 

He was scared.

He didn't like this room, not by any means, but it was his home of sorts, and he had become used to it. It was safe. It was easy. Now, that all changed and he, and everyone else on this floor, were going into the unknown, and from the little he'd heard, it most likely wasn't pretty out there. While most people were watching the news dismiss the "viral haox" and "debunking" what they called the false reports of zombies, Harris was already a believer. It wasn't that he wanted to believe persay, even though at first he DID think a zombie outbreak would be cool, it was simply that he wanted to believe. He was all over the internet and all over the world, watching things that he KNEW were real, because they were from some of is most solid sources. 

Those first few days were the reason he was here. While he was not supposed to do any hacking and had severe restrictions placed on him, those eyes that were normally on him were looking elsewhere just long enough to let him do some snooping, and in that snooping he came across the Missouri CDC files and information, and upon reading it, he broke the law one last time, and that time saved his life.

He hacked the system and editted the list to include himself. 

He smiled to himself, sure that had he not been here, he would be a LOT worse off. At least now, he had the ability to be with a group, avoid the choas of the first weeks of outbreak. He grabbed his backpack and tossed it on the bed, going into the bathroom first and taking some toiletries. He brought them out and tossed them into his bags, followed by food and then clothing.

While this was going on, Jon went into his own room and picked up a bag in the corner, placing it on the table. This was Jon's go-bag, and it had been packed and ready to go since the day he came here. He took several minutes to add some other things like additional socks, first aid supplies and then a few items of food that would hold for a long time. The last thing he did was grab several unopened bottles of water and put them in the outside pouches. He moved to his door and looked out into the hall, empty except for the body laying under the sheet, and then quickly moved into Will's room.

He closed the door behind him but not all the way, unsure what the lock would do it if closed all the way. "Good job. We need to keep ourselves out of the limelight for a bit and take it easy. When you're done, meet out in the hall and just take it easy. I have no idea what's going to happen, we have to get more information, see what options are open to us."

Will was packing the entire time, listening to Jon as he tossed his possessions into his bag. He wasn't sure about Jon but only based on the fact that, well, he didn't know him. At all. But he had no reason not to trust him at this point so it was not really a big deal immediately. "I gotcha. We'll talk more later and figure out a plan."

Jon nodded and stepped out into the hallway, tossing his bag next to his door. He looked around and waited, debating entering the control room, but opting to wait a bit. He could use some trust, at least to keep suspicion low. To be honest, he didn't think anyone was capable of turning Will in or exploiting him if they had known he was the son of the President, but in the event they did find out and something happened outside of the facility, or on another floor, that bit of knowledge could cost them. 

He turned and stared at the map on the wall that indicated that where the armory was on this floor, there was a food store and office on the second and first floor respectively. He stared at the map, thinking and waiting for the rest of the others to finish up.