"YAHOOOO!" crowed Simon as soared of a makeshift ramp atop a roof on his roller blades. He had enough time to do a few tricks before landing on the neighboring roof.<br/>"Sweet! I've got to try that again!" Simon said, but his second attempt wasn't as successful as his first. In fact, it was probably the exact opposite. He fell short of his intended target and spiraled down into an alleyway, landing softly in a pile of discarded furniture.<br/>". . . Whoah. I think I died." He said while being a little disoriented and dizzy. "But it was so worth it."<br/><br/>The sounds of gun fire and explosions in the distance; however, told Simon otherwise. He quickly took out his two Nerf guns and crouched behind a corner. To him this zombie-apocalyptic war was more like a game than a need for survival. Which was pretty much how he viewed life anyways. Usually he had his styrofoam darts dipped in poison, but after having a terrible first-hand experience with it (as well as it being hard to come by) he used kerosene instead, finding that fiery darts were a lot more effective.<br/><br/>"Kssh This is Agent S, do you copy?" Simon said pretending to talk into a walki-talkie "There appears to be a great commotion in the next building over. I'm going to check it. If I don't report back in in the next hour. . . please feed my dog. He gets hungry at night, over. Khssht"<br/>Simon proceeded towards the building and stomped down the door and upon entering discovered that a fight was taking place between a hunter and another survivor. "Zippity Doo Da!" He exclaimed