The options Crosse were presented with right now were not what he’d call favorable…to him. It was either conceal his weapons and get back into the Safe Haven, which was the norm, or survive the night and get back tomorrow. Considering the time, staying out seemed the best option and that was the worst option for most people. But Crosse was a survivalist and could hold his own against a few undead. Making up his mind, Julian adjusted his sack and began scoping out possible hideouts. He grabbed a stick and began tracing a map into the mud.<br/><br/>“Forest to the West, downtown Tacoma up North. I think there’s a residential area out by the forest…” He squatted down and began drawing a compass. “Best option, if there’s any fortification, can stay in the homes. If not, can maybe post up in a tree.”<br/><br/>Deciding that was what he was going to do, he began making his way towards the abandoned cul-de-sac. The homes, once teeming with life, were left dilapidated and completely ransacked by looters over the years. They seemed completely stripped of any fortification, which didn’t do much for Julian’s confidence. The windows were completely bare and doors knocked off their hinges leading Crosse to go examine some of the homes, in the hoes of finding any leftover supplies. But he found next to nothing and without any means of keeping the dead out of the homes, the forest seemed his only option now as night began to close in.<br/><br/>It became colder and colder and Crosse pulled the collar up on the jacket, hoping to block the wind from his neck and carry his scent to anything lurking in the shadows. He made his way towards what appeared to be a large mound of rocks that seemed suspiciously organized, as if to conceal something. As he came closer, he made out what appeared to be a large truck and on it a young black kid with a large Rottweiler.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Random,</span>Crosse thought to himself.<span style="font-style: italic">But being random, I guess, is good nowadays.</span>Hoping to not startle the kid, Julian adjusted his approach and came at him more from the front. However, Crosse knew times were tough and that the boy could be armed, as well as having a large Rottie didn’t help settle matters. So Cross drew his Sig Sauer, making sure to keep his finger off the trigger and cautiously entered the boy’s eyesight.<br/><br/>“Sorry, son,” he called out. “I don’t mean to scare you or hurt you. I’m just looking for some shelter tonight. I am armed and extremely dangerous but I assure you, I have no intention on exposing you to either if we can help it.”