Toby awoke in the middle of the night to a loud banging, the garage doors being relentlessly brutalized by the infected outside, he grabbed his gun, his crowbar, his flashlight, his lighter (brand new) and an aerosol can he grabbed from a cupboard in the bathroom. He walked up to the door and pressed the code to open, letting it open only up to about ankle height. He took his newfound lighter, lighting it near the opening, and sprayed aerosol all over the bottom, the flames exploded the aerosol, creating a makeshift flamethrower that would burn the zombies from the bottom up. He then closed the doors once again as he listened to the zombies screech as they burned.<br/><br/>The one noise that disturbed him the most though was this sobbing noise that echoed through the building. In fact, it sounded like it was coming from underneath the building. A survivor? No way, so far the few survivors he found ended up dying. One in the sewer, that's ridiculous. Then again, he hasn't heard regular infected taking their time to go underground. He walked to a room nearby the bathroom and kicked over a rug, a sewer manhole was seen standing out from the regular tile. His father had asked to have it installed after plumbing problems became a regular nuisance, the cost of buying a plumber just too much for their budget. This in the long run just happened to be the perfect solution. He took his crowbar and pried it open, gripping the ladder and taking it down to the sewer floor. In the center was a stream of defecation, urine, and who knows what else flowing through the sewage. He did his best to ignore the smell as he looked around, flicking on his flashlight and holding his handgun close to him, his two glocks still holstered on his belt.