Nathan watched the infected burn from the safety of his window. The rain wasn't letting up; if anything, it had gotten worse. Even with the massive light source, he couldn't make anything out near the gas station anymore. The spots of light that moved had to be infected that were still burning, so they weren't all dead. A moan in the distance conformed that suspicion. But he knew he was safe in his window, five stories up.<br/><br/>Still, he couldn't say the same for whoever had used that gun earlier. That was bugging him. They could be good people or they could be bad, but they were LIVING people, and in this world, that was a big deal. After just deciding that saving anyone--okay, almost anyone--was worth it, and even wasting such a big diversion to do so, Nathan wasn't about to just decided that would have to be good enough. So he hopped from the window and jogged over to his big radio. It was sitting on his dresser next to the car battery that powered it. The cord that trailed out the window to an antenna strapped to the gutter had been a failure, since nobody had responded since he'd reached New York.  Nathan flipped it on anyways and set it to broadcast on all open channels. He hadn't thought of what he was going to say, yet, though, or if it was even wise to say anything. But he could at least comfort himself in the thought that if anyone really needed silence, they wouldn't have a radio on anyways. "Hello, this is...um...Corpseburner..."<span style="font-style: italic">nice one</span>"...are you alright out there? Do you need help?"<br/><br/>That would have to do, Nate decided, and flipped the radio to scan through all open channels. Hopefully somebody was on one of them. Still, standing in front of the thing wouldn't make them reply any faster, so he went back to his window to stare again. The fire was dying out much faster than it should have. He could still see flickering, but the large shape that had once been the station was no longer there. It also looked like a portion of the building next to it was missing. A bright glow still emanated from the inside of the remaining portion; enough to give away movement in front of it.<span style="font-style: italic">Yup, at least one of them is still down there.</span><br/><br/>Nathan glanced at the radio. Still scanning; still no reply. A zombie slid into view around the corner down below and started heading toward his library. Nathan inched back inside a little bit. He started wondering if the humans had been smart enough to run for it when the station went up, or if they had been curious and foolhardy enough to come check it out just like the infected. As he tried do decide which answer he preferred, something struck him odd about the creature moving past the library door under his window. Was it sneaking?<span style="font-style: italic">SHIT!</span>It was a living person come to check out the fire.<span style="font-style: italic">Ballsy idiot!</span>he cursed them in his head, but had to turn the remark back on himself as he stuck his head out the window to yell and barely stopped himself. That would not have been a good idea. He quickly pulled his head back in, and frantically searched the area for something to throw, but nothing was close enough. That probably wouldn't have been a good idea anyways.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Dammit!</span>Head back out the window.<span style="font-style: italic">Okay, they're passing the CD shop. I'll have to be fast</span>Nathan was at the door in two bounds. He grabbed his shotgun and considered his bag for a split moment before grabbing it too, just in case. Cursing all the locks and bookcases for the first time since setting them up, he sprinted through the five levels of the shop, awkwardly trying to get his bag on his back without slowing down. He only slowed down when he got to the front door, where he peered through the glass at the mirrored hemisphere he had left on the curb in order to see both ways down the sidewalk without unbarring the door. The reoccurring thought that he was far too paranoid didn't distract him at all has he pulled the latch and stepped outside. After all, it was probably the reason he was still doing so much breathing and so little lurching.<br/><br/>The person was nowhere in sight, but Nathan knew which way they had gone. He closed the door as quickly as he could without slamming it and jogged down the street towards the CD shop with his shotgun in front of him. They must have turned just past the shop and couldn't have gotten much farther than that. Nathan made the turn and found nothing. He paused for only a second before another gunshot sounded just around the corner.<span style="font-style: italic">There they are.</span>And suddenly he was nervous. Bullets made for poor handshakes. Nevertheless, he had already come this far...<br/><br/>Dashing to the corner, he looked both ways, and there she was. A young woman: probably the same age as Nathan himself. She was against the same building at Nate, holding a handgun in what Nathan's inexperience could only assume was a professional manner. She was scanning the alley in the other direction, from just on the other side of a trash barrel, and hadn't seen him yet. Nathan, not wanting to make any noise, slipped around the corner as she started to turn back in his direction.<br/><br/>"Hey." He hissed as he got closer, and nearly shit himself as she swung her weapon on him. It was a good thing the safety was still on on his shotgun, because his hand involuntarily contracted on the trigger. It wouldn't have made the day any more fun if he had fired; even despite the fact that he had it aimed at the ground in a non-threatening manner. "Jesus! What are y--was that 'London Bridge is Falling Down'?"