((I'm starting us off, any late comers will need to PM me to join. I'll begin controlling the hordes once I know where everyone is.))<br/><br/>Mathais stood, all alone, watching the street far below from the seventh story window of his apartment. The desoalte street beneath him lay quietly, near silent, save the sound the wind made as it blew by. Cars, a bike or two, even a baby stroller all lay abandoned, their owner's fates unknown to him, fates he probably didn't want to know. However, in his mind, he always knew what they probably were, food for the zombies.<br/><br/>Here, he felt safe, for the most part, seeing as he'd fixed up the building to meet his current needs. The first through third floor stairs had been destroyed, the fire escape taken apart, and since there was no power, the elevator was out of the question. Survival wasn't too hard here either, seeing as many of his previous neighbors had left leaving their worldly belongings behind in their apartments. So, he'd spent a lot of the last month kicking in doors, and taking what he thought he'd need. He continued his vigil of the street, half hoping to see someone, any one, had survived the last month, like him.