<div class="floatleft">(http://i67.photobucket.com/albums/h289/masta_loki/tattoo_thumb1.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Vincent Kincaid<br/><strong>Location: </strong>Taper Hall art department, USC Campus<br/>Reference Map (http://music.usc.edu/files/2013/06/USC_Thornton_Map_2013.jpg)<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Vincent watched wide-eyed as the hit-and-run turned mauling unfolded before him in the courtyard between him and the administration building.<strong>”Uhhhh, fuck that.”</strong>he muttered to himself realizing the large amount of open ground between him and his initial prospect of a destination.  If the zeds were walkers, sure, he would consider making a go of it.  Instead they were the chase-your-ass-down style of zombie that also seemed to have an affinity for screaming.  Instead, his eyes looked to the more immediate building in his vicinity and for a moment he was in awe with realization as he beheld Waite Phillips Hall (http://travelphotobase.com/i/USCAA/CABU102.JPG).<br/><br/>The tower’s imposing height of twelve stories was only accentuated by the architecture that glorified its rise.  Vincent doubted he could find anything closer to a modern-day keep if he tried.  Knowing that it was largely faculty offices within the building made it even more of an appealing find.  With any luck, most of the staff would have taken the day off just as readily as the students and the building will be all but vacant.  Of course, he figured that would be quite the longshot, so he settled the grip on his axe, seated the strap of his bag, and took off towards what he hoped would be his new stronghold.