Brad looked around. His new friends had left for the roof, leaving him standing in the middle of the library with a broken chair leg in his hands.<br/><br/>Sounds good.<br/><br/>Brad walked into the main library wing. As he watched people trying to find exits, watching zombies, Brad decided the short-term was well cared for. He decided to work on the long term, namely, work on finding food and maintaining communication out. He had no idea how far this pandemic had spread (if it was a disease at all. It was nothing he had ever heard of) but he suspected cell phones would still be a viable option in the future. For now, though...<br/><br/>He lifted his chair leg and sent it crashing violently into the glass protecting the front of a vending machine. Come bags of chips and candy bars spilled out. It wasn't enough for a prolonged stay, but at least they wouldn't have to become the Donner Party. He walked outside, "Hey, food in here!" He said loudly.