Kyza was sitting on a rooftop near the landing, a bit disappointed at missing the boat, but not in dispair. He had his sword in his hand, just in case some infected came by to try and attack him. If there was one thing the Yakuza taught him that he found useful now, it was that being calm at all times is key to survival. Maybe being their killing hound wasn't a waste, after all. No infected was about to catch him in a panic. His mind would be calm at all times, able to adapt and respond to any threat. Such was the nature of an assassin, after all.<br/><br/>Using his free hand to fiddle with his Colt .45 in its hoilster, he realized that he would need some ammo if he was to actually use it. Figuring that the Walmart he saw earlier would have what he needed, he quickly scanned the area for safety before jumping off the rooftop, rolling foward as soon as he landed on his feet to absorb the impact. Getting up quickly, he held his sword up in a defensive stance, making sure not to leave himself open to an attack of opportunity. Seeing no immediate danger, he drew in a breath and walked down a side street, taking his time to find the store. Five months was a long time, and he was determined to spend most of it as he pleased.