<div class="floatleft">(http://i67.photobucket.com/albums/h289/masta_loki/tattoo_thumb1.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Vincent Kincaid<br/><strong>Locations:</strong>Art building, CSU campus<br/><br/><hr/><br/>There was still the faintest twinges of adrenaline lacing Vincent’s blood as it pumped through him, making his movements a little more jittery than he was used to.  The moment of relative calm harshly contrasted the mortal struggle he had just escaped and it left him a little disoriented as he sought what his next course of action would be.  Much of this decision making process was made mumbling quietly to himself.<br/><br/><br/><br/><strong>“Okay, so, zombie apocalypse is a thing now.  Time for all those hours logged day-dreaming this very scenario to pay off.  First and foremost: avoid populated areas… Seeing as how I am in LA, I’m kinda boned there, but at least I’m not downtown.  If this thing has truly reached epidemic levels, then this campus is likely the eye of a massive shitstorm.  In that case, time to find a shelter, batten down the hatches, and wait for the chaos to play itself out.  Time to take over a classroom building then.”</strong><br/><br/><br/><br/>Vincent heard the distinctive shattering of glass in one of the nearby workshops, refreshing the supply of adrenaline that had only just dissipated.<strong>”Let’s find another one, yes?  Preferably with less windows on the ground floor.”</strong>With that, Vincent took a moment to make sure nothing was rushing towards him before peeking out the door to survey his surroundings and looking for a building that had the best fortress potential.