He was roaming the halls of RPD, his light green eyes scanning around for any threat as he held his gun up in defense. He'd seem shit here and there, Zombies, The occasional Tyrant. So he was getting used to staying on guard and not once having a moment to relax.

A sigh pasted through his laps as he muttered to himself, seeing the various scattered and bloodied corpses of zombies in the hall, using his foot to gently kick at a corpse's shoulder. "Shit."