| All was quiet at the moment, excluding the soft sounds of moaning and shambling of those outside. Inside a small smoke shop, a man was rummaging through the confines of the shelves and counters, obviously looking for something specific. There wasn't a way to get a good look at his face as he was quite heavily covered. He adorned what seemed to be a black leather jacket with a thin gray hoodie underneath, dark blue jeans, some average sneakers and some black fingerless fighting gloves, all of it a bit worn and ragged. The man's mouth, which was the only part of his face that was visible, formed a bored scowl as he scavenged through the small building. The man paused for a moment, having found what he was looking for. He pulled out a carton of cigarettes from the inside of the counter he was searching through and opened it before placing one of box's confines in his mouth and lighting it with a lighter he found earlier. He blew out a puff of smoke from his mouth as he placed the back and lighter back in his jacket pocket. "Fucks sake... You'd think that it'd be easier to find a little pack of smokes in a cigarette shop." He complained to himself, not making an attempt to hush his words from the 'people' that roamed outside the building. There was then a loud 'thud' on the entrance to the store, most definitely a result of his words having been heard. He looked towards the source of the noise with the same bored scowl. However rather than rushing in the opposite direction and exiting through the back like any logical person these days would, he began to walk, and rather nonchalantly might I add, towards the front entrance. The moaning and scratching of the creature outside was interrupted as the door was kicked open, toppling over and on top of the 'person', before the man inside walked out and turned to walk down the sidewalk. The noise was quite loud and anything within earshot began to slowly shamble towards him as he walked, though he didn't seem concerned in the least. |
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| The man continued to walk about without a care in the world. Of course, there was a mob shambling after him, but he still seemed disinterested. He glanced back and stared at the group for a few moments, counting the population of it. He stopped halfway through, not needing to finish counting to decide that a herd of that size would be more than troublesome to deal with, to say the least. Looking around at his surroundings, he spotted a fire escape on the side of a building in an alley. The ladder wasn't down but fortunately enough there was a dumpster there that would give him a boost. He suddenly sped into the alley and away from the mob. With a running start he hopped up onto the dumpster and used it to launch himself up to the fire escape ladder. The moment he latched onto the ladder however, part of the fire escape broke and bent, half of the escape swinging off the wall of the building and causing one hand to lose its grip and almost breaking the grasp of the other as well. It was to be expected, much of the city was in ruin and things were bound to give way quite easily. The man glanced down below him as he hung by one arm. The mob was below him, moaning and growling as they reached up to him and attempted to take hold of anything they could in order to drag him back down, despite not being able to reach. With a sigh, more apathetic than relieved though, he climbed up the fire escape, it holding up without collapsing again so that he was able to reach the roof. The man went and sat on the ledge of the building, looking out at the city, if you could call it that anymore. He blew out another puff of smoke from his mouth as he stared out into the distance. It was quiet for the most part, disregarding the moaning from below and some gunshots a ways away. He smirked ever so slightly. Bullets being shot off were a good sign for him. It usually either meant some people were killed and he could probably get some easy food and supplies, or if it were bandits, it would mean he might have a chance at fighting something that will actually try to block an incoming attack and knows how to use a doorknob. |
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