March 1st had been a LONG day, at least it was to Toby, who wandered the night covered streets of New York, his 9mm in his hands and a flashlight he had recently found had been taped to it, though he dared not turn it on, as dead as these things were, they could still see alright. He peeked around a corner and holstered his gun, opting for a crowbar instead. Once again, they may be dead, but they could still hear alright.... in fact they heard very well. A gunshot wouldn't help his situation much. He nearly tripped over a dead body, surprisingly it didn't look infected. He flipped it over and the bulletholes showed that he had been robbed or something. He rifled through his pockets and found a lighter, great!<br/><br/>"This'll help." Toby said to himself and he suddenly jumped and looked around as he heard loud screeches in the night. He had figured out awhile ago that they seemed more rambunctious at night, more feral. He may be able to keep it together in the day, but at night he was better off staying out of their way. He immediately began bolting back to the garage, punching in the code to open the door when he got there half an hour later. It was noisy, but he was usually able to get in and close it before any zombies got to him. It closed and he flipped on the lights, if it weren't for the portable generator he would live in the dark.<br/><br/>Toby walked through, running his hand across his hair and putting his gun on the ground next to the office desk. March 1st was a long day, and he just wanted to sleep it away.