The bites told a pretty clear story. Mason had been bitten some time ago on the arm, perhaps holding his arm up as a shield. Bad idea against the biters. The fever had most likely burned him up, and then he'd resurrected in the last month sometime. Overall, he wasn't that decayed. Perhaps he'd been protected form the elements inside the building. He wore a set of work clothes, what qualified for business casual in most cases. Miami had a much less strict dress code than other places in the US. If Damien decided to check the man's pockets, he'd find a PDA, out of charge, but possibly useful, and a meat cleaver that had a line of red gore on it stuck through the man's belt for easy access, as much good as it had done him. He had a wrist watch that still seemed to be keeping the time as well and hadn't been bashed in any mucking about. Donnie was considerably better geared, with water, some food, and a few other things (leave that up to Hellscream) For the moment the area outside of the Asylum seemed to be clear, at least toward the front. Who knew if there were any more geeks inside... Or how many... and of course how many heard the screams and gunshots.