The guy stands up as Anya comes close, and she can tell that he's about six inches taller than her. He looks about twenty, with dark hair and dark eyes, and an overall fit physique.<br/><br/>"You gotta wake up and smell what's going on," he said. "These aren't just freaks. They're dead. I mean ... dead! I've been watching them out the window for the last two hours. Someone gets killed out there, they get up in a few minutes! Fucking insane!"<br/><br/>He gestured toward the door he had been trying to open. It was marked, "JANITORIAL."<br/><br/>"I was trying to get in there to find something to use as a weapon. It's locked," he said, shrugging.<br/><br/>He paused, taking a moment to really take Anya in. It seemed to put a small smile on his face. "My name's Eric, by the way."