<div class="floatleft">(http://i1191.photobucket.com/albums/z466/Corvus269/Characters/TimThomasHead.jpg)</div><div class="floatleft">  <br/><br/></div><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"> Tim Thomas</span></span></strong><br/><strong>Age:</strong>37<br/><strong>Crime:</strong>Killed 13 and injured 7 in a grocery store shooting spree<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Still standing in the old library reading room.<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>None (Mentioning Kenzie and Isaac)<br/><br/><hr/><br/>"Fucker," he heard the rainbow haired girl curse him from behind before turning himself into a human battering-ram, but he didn't pay her any attention. His focus was on escaping the fiery death trap he found himself in. One small board had been broken loose, tumbling to the blackened snowbank below, but it was hardly big enough for Tim's massive frame to squeeze through. The notion of letting the women squeeze through while he stood there doing nothing, wasting precious seconds while the fire encroached ever closer with certain death never even entered his mind. He didn't give a damn about any pretense at chivalry, not when his ass was on the line. What good would that do him if he were dead? Turning his shoulder, he reared back before lunging forward, slamming his full weight into the boards again and again and again, staining the orange of his jumpsuit with the dark mold that covered the old wooden planks.<br/><br/>With a gush of polluted oxygen from the opening in the window, the fire roared ferociously, like a ravenous beast roaming to and fro seeking whom it may devour, scouring everything in it's path and leaving charred, smoldering death in its wake. Isaac alternated pounding the boards with a chair. Tim, then Isaac. Tim, then Isaac. Finally there was a distinct cracking sound as the rotten bit of wood surrounding the nails gave. Another slam of his shoulder sent the boards flying from the window, Tim's momentum hurling him along as well, toppling head first, somersaulting head over heels over the window seal. He landed atop one of the board in a dingy snow bank a few feet below, one of the nails burrowing into his left buttock with considerable force.<br/><br/>He winced in pain as the nail drove deep into the muscular cheek, though he made no sound other the that of his body landing on the ground. The bitter cold outside was in stark comparison to the raging inferno he'd just escaped, his ragged breath visible in steamy plumes as he panted from his exertion and the pain of the biting nail. Opening his eyes, he was welcomed with the sight of flames licking the side of the building one story above him as black snow fell thick and heavy. Laying on his back as he watched the flames for a moment, his attention was suddenly drawn by the movement someone else exiting the window above him and he rolled out of the way quickly, the nail stabbing into him bringing the shattered bit of wooden plank along for the ride.