Steven looked around, the faint light from his flashlight sending a beam out in the darkness. After a few moments of scanning the area he found what he was looking for, an access ladder tucked to the side. He gathered his things, slipping his pack onto his back and the messenger bag over his shoulder, beginning his ascent out of the darkness.<br/><br/>He arrived at a door that was cracked open part of the way, taking a moment to edge his way to it he glanced inside, the coast was clear. He pried the door the rest of the way open, as he did there was a rush of movement and one of the walking dead came lunging at him. Losing his grip on the door he slipped back, his footing lost he fell backwards. His hands scrambled to grab onto anything to stop his fall, his hand caught one of the access ladder rungs and he held on for dear life. He let out a growl of pain as he felt his shoulder dislocate from the force of the fall.<br/><br/>After hanging there limply for a few moments he groaned as he brought his other hand up to haul himself up, he carefully worked his way up the ladder doing his best to climb with the one good arm. Managing to reach the now open door he, pushed himself through and fell to the ground "What a mess you've gotten yourself into this time Steven..." he whispered to himself as lay their panting. He began to look around frantically, trying to see whether he was alone or more of the ravenous dead were nearby. He hauled himself to his knees and unshouldered both his bags, pulling back his coat he felt around his shoulder. After a few minutes he took his arm and took a deep breath before shoving his shoulder back into socket with a loud yell of pain. He gingerly shrugged his cost back on and adjusted his bags before moving on.<br/><br/>He was on the first floor of the building now, he could see daylight through the front doors and moved to take a look.