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It took a while, but eventually Nitori and Cain reached the outskirts of the city, walking silently down the road between a large, creepy, abandoned looking building, and an equally creepy and abandoned looking amusement park. As they reached the front of the building, Cain read that it used to be an asylum. It seemed very odd to have the two places located so close to each other. Poor planning on the cities part he supposed. Put the psychopaths right close next to an area that would be full to the brim with not only civilians, but lot's of children in particular. It was an escapee accident just waiting to happen. However, none of that made a difference anymore. Cain had to keep reminding himself that this was the end of the world. Things like that just didn't matter now.

A loud Howl of some kind rang out in the distance and Nitori jumped, putting a death grip on Cain's arm to comfort herself. "What was that?!" She said, her voice shaking with fear. Cain froze solid, not answering her since he didn't know himself, just waiting for something to happen. The second it did, Cain reached in his bag and pulled out the knife from earlier as two or three undead clambered across the road about ten feet in front of them. The zombies didn't turn towards them however, not even seeming to pay attention to the two survivors as they clumsily ran in the direction that the howling had come from. Nitori shook as she held on to Cain in fear, but he just quirked an eyebrow and watched the things as they went on their way, blade still raised in his hand. "What the hell...?" Cain muttered before taking a step forward. His foot hit something though and prevented him from finishing the movement. Looking down, a small leather pack sat on the ground, making a crinkling noise as his foot brushed against it.

Nitori reacted before Cain did, plopping down on her knees and grabbing the pack to open it up and see what was inside. She looked like a greedy kid opening their first present on Christmas morning. Her face lit up as she pulled the contents out, showing her older companion a few baggies of dried fruit and veggies as well as a water bottle. "Look! And there's more inside!" Excitement was in her voice as she stood up with the bag, placing what she had taken out back inside. Cain couldn't help but smile at the little girl, but inside he was worried about how the pack had gotten there. The only thing he could think of is if someone else who had been carrying it, another survivor, had been attacked, they must have dropped it before being killed or driven away. This grim thought made him feel a small pit in his stomach for a minute before he pushed it away. It was a blessing that they had found the goods either way, so he would certainly not get upset about it. Besides, he didn't have the heart to tell such a horrible thing to Nitori.

"Here, let me hold on to that. We will break into it once we are somewhere safe. I don't know why those things didn't attack us when they had the chance, but I'm not gonna sit here out in the open waiting for them to come back. Let's see if we can find higher ground."Cain said, taking the pack from her and shoving it in his bag. Nitori nodded at him and took his hand again, something that Cain still found a little awkward, not being used to having kids around him. They started walking again, deciding to take a left turn down the street the Asylum sat on instead of following the zombies down the direction they had been going before. Cain was almost tempted to just enter the Asylum itself, but the thing looked like it was falling apart (though, most of the buildings around did) and he could tell that Nitori was afraid of the building just by looking at the face she made as they passed it. Right close by to it was a large Hospital building, it only looked to be in slightly better shape, but Nitori didn't seem quite as afraid of it, so Cain nudged her shoulder with his elbow and cocked his head towards it with a look on his face as if to ask her if she thought it would be a good place to start their search for shelter. She nodded at him with a determined look on her childish face, obviously trying to look brave. Cain couldn't help but smile at her again as they started towards it.

Before entering, Cain crouched down with Nitori behind him and looked through the glass doors to the front. There was a mess of corpses on the floor underneath a large, fallen chandelier, but they all seemed permanently dead. Other than that, the front room looked completely empty. While keeping his blade raised, he cautiously opened the doors up and had Nitori follow closely behind him as they entered. Cain checked behind the front desk and in the small gift shop area of the hospital to make sure nothing was lurking around. Once he was satisfied that nothing was there, he had Nitori come into the gift shop with him, closing the door tightly behind them. The two walls facing the rest of the hospital were made of glass so people could see the merchandise within the room when visiting so it made it easy for Cain to keep a look out. For now this would do. He lifted Nitori up onto the cashier's desk so she could sit on it and handed her the pack that they had found so she could go through it to her hearts content. "Get a drink and snack, but save some for me, ok." He told her before turning around and looking through what was left of the already ransacked gift shop. Hopefully he would find something useful, even if it was just something to keep the little girl entertained with.

While Cain looked around, Nitori dug into the pack and pulled out a water bottle, taking a large swig out of it before opening one of the baggies of dried fruit and stuffing her face. Within a few minutes the water bottle was empty and two of the fruit packs was gone. Luckily there were three more water bottles and at least a dozen more small baggies of food. Even though she still felt hungry, Nitori felt like she should save the rest. Besides, she knew that if she kept eating and drinking, pretty soon there wouldn't be any left for her new friend, and she didn't want that. He must be hungry too, and she didn't want to look like a piggy.

{{OOC: Sorry it took me so long to post. Having a hard time lately finding the time to get online. I think it would be great if Xenia met up with Cain and Nitori.}}

Emaline and Dylan would come to find that the rush of zombies had dragged in a scattered journal of some kind while rushing through the halls. It had come loose when they left and it got caught on the handle of the door, which was now broken open into the room almost at Dylan’s feet. Afterwards, if they opened it, the first page was a list of all the locker numbers with caches of dried foods and water bottles inside them. That would help them immensely if they went searching the lockers, and would help Alexander if they ran into him and decided to stick together. However, there is the chance that they don’t notice the journal or don’t find it worth picking up. In that case, it will be substantially more difficult to find food or water in the lockers and will likely take more time. Also, if they choose to search the main office, they could possibly find the large cache of food and water inside there. These same things apply to Alexander (other than the journal) and also (as I think was mentioned in an earlier post- I’m putting it up here in case it wasn’t seen or I forgot it) a key on a bloody handprint can be found in the janitor’s closet that may open a locked door (Who knows, maybe it’ll be a master key if you’re lucky enough). There are a few in the school: one leading into the archives located in the main office, one into the green metal door past the woodshop, and one is the office inside the locker rooms.

Freyja would find that this house had boxes of food lying everywhere. It was a jackpot of survival items, but they were in piles throughout the house. Unless someone owned a commercial tractor-trailer, there would be no way to move everything inside. There were packages of water bottles in the corner of the room stacked on top of each other. There were still things in the fridge, although they were spoiled by now, and there were also stockpiles of winter clothes and such. It seemed almost as if this house had been boarded up simply to protect someone’s cache, although if she searched the house, there was no one to be found.

Loretta and Wilhelm would find that their house was devoid of food and water, but had loads of trash in it. It also smelled like decaying flesh, but they would only find the corpses of a family- there were no infected. In this place, there were no useful items to be found, almost as if someone had looted it and then re-barred the windows and doors to make sure nothing could get in… or out. If they decided to check the apartment next door, they would find that this one did not have much by means of food, but there was a video camera lying on the floor among other technical objects. The camera (if inspected) was missing batteries, but none could be found in the apartment. There would also be the lone body of a man in the bedroom of the apartment with a gun in his hand and his brains blown out against the wall behind him. A picture of a woman was close to his left hand. If they chose not to enter this apartment but enter another, they would find a place with nothing in it but a moderate supply of food and some fall clothes. The food was stored in the closets and cabinets. There were also about a half of a dozen water bottles lying around.

The Hospital was very quiet and a bit darker since the main light source in the lobby was now broken on the floor. There were a number of things in the gift shop that could amuse Nitori, including a number of crayon packs and coloring books. There was a chance that while searching the books that they could come across a warning journal written and placed there by a man called ‘Wilhelm’, which detailed a number of things to be careful of and places in the Hospital to avoid. (If Cain and/or Nitori find it, I’ll go more in-detail into its contents) It also had a note at the bottom saying that any survivors that find this should leave a note where they found it if they decide to borrow it, along with where they plan on staying. Below that it notes that they can expect to find a response to their note within two days. Also, when Nitori was ruffling through the pack she unknowingly knocked the taped walkie-talkie loose. It uttered a small squealing noise, along with a sound that seemed to be someone talking for a moment.



The mysterious survivor watched with avid interest as the man took the pack from the excited girl, but then frowned when he didn’t explain to her how it could have been placed there. It was admirable to still try to keep the girl’s innocence but it also may come to endanger her life if the caretaker would somehow become deceased. He pushed the thought to the side for a moment to watch as the girl grasped the man’s hand and they walked on. He noted that they were probably trying to get shelter. He had also taken note of how he had told her that he didn’t understand why the zombies were moving away and ignoring them even after they heard the howl. His brows furrowed upon learning this simply because that meant they had no idea what the mutated infected were. That could prove more dangerous than protecting the girl’s innocence. Surely someone must have known what the mutations were, or at least of some of them. If they were all like this- which he had assumed was the case now for the woman he had saved- then they were certainly doomed. There was no way he could keep killing them all forever, and there seemed to be a sharp increase in their activity over the past two weeks. He certainly hoped he was wrong, but then again his gut had gotten him this far so he was probably right. As the companions made their way down the street, he began his descent from the roof.

A bit later he listened in on his walkie-talkie again to hear that the man was trying to ration the supplies, and he did it in a kind enough fashion. He shrugged to himself, figuring it was for the best. He also had noticed that there was a lot of rustling afterwards and smiled. The child was still happy and excited. A few moments later he swore as haptic feedback pierced his ear. He looked down at the walkie for a moment and then clipped it on the side of his belt. If they spoke, he probably wouldn’t answer anyway- unless the child was alone. He figured it would happen sooner or later since children were more prone to curious instinct and knew how to hide if they wanted to find something out that they weren’t supposed to. What looked like a tall mossy monster walked down the street in the direction of the Hospital. If Xenia was on her way in the same direction, she would have been close enough to hear the noise from the feedback and be able to see a slow-moving tall mossy bush that walked like a zombie.

As Alexander slid the key in, it turned out to be a perfect fit. It was a heavy metal door and the inside was dark, only the light from the hallway crept into the blackness of the room. However, the room was completely silent and there was a light switch located to the left of the doorway that he would find as he would pass through the entrance. The inside of this room was full of steam pipes and other mechanical tubing and machines. At the far right of the room stood a "holy grail" of scavenge-able items: a portable electricity generator that ran on gasoline. If he checked its tank, he would find that his luck increased- it was full. In the opposite corner were a few 5-gallon containers of gasoline as well. All of them would be heavy, and should be transported with some kind of device or vehicle to ensure safety and less time consumption during travel. If he decided to check out the entire room, there was also a pair of wall boxes. The one on the left held various switches for the lights and electrical functions of the school, while the one on the right held a set of keys on a janitor's key ring. One of them was the master key, but only time would tell which one it was.

Wilhelm Steinherz