Wandering around, Elliot peeks from behind a broken wall, squinting as the glowing green light of 1x1x1x1 attacks his vision. After rubbing his eyes a moment, he huffs and yawns, exhausted from running and hiding. A quick rest couldn't hurt, could it? There's medkits everywhere around here, he thought.

Pushing off the wall and turning to scamper inside the building, he picked his way around the zombie arms sticking out of the floor, making his way to a room. Elliot glanced around, checking out the room, then took a dresser and pushed it in front of the doorway. Wow! That should do it! Then, he turned and walked over to the bed's side. And flopped face-first down onto it, immediately falling asleep.

A few hours later, he wakes at the noise of a loud, heavy thud. You, 1x1x1x1, is stood there. Staring. After having knocked the dresser down without any real effort.