He couldn't hear a damn thing at first, except for the two other strangers joining him up on the roof. It's a good thing that Red couldn't see what was going on, because he'd, more likely than not, lose all his marbles if he saw a zombie that could fire a gun.<br/><br/>Instead, he just eagerly looked towards the man, wondering what it was he saw. The woman asked a question, and while waiting for the answer... "fuckfuckfuck!" All of a sudden, the whole place seemed to come to life, with screaming and gunshots ringing out in all directions. Wether their's gunk in his ears that needs to be removed or not, their's no way his sensitive ears are missing that; it's almost painful, and he ends up kneeling down on the roof, practically quivering.<br/><br/>"We can't stay here." He nervously stammered. Try as he might to project a calm aura at times, he was, in fact, somewhat skittish; most of the time, at least. Right now, with no real idea of what is going on, beyond<em>shit's hit the fan,</em>he can't really think to do much; things would be different if he were face to face with the rotting bastards himself, as then he'd actually have an idea of what the hell to do.<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Inventory and Character Status</div><div class="spoiler_body">Standard Issue Handgun<br/>Insulin Pump<br/>Continuous blood glucose monitor<br/>Glucose Tablets (Two packages of ten tablets, used for immediate treatment of low blood sugars)<br/>Three vials of Humalog (fast acting insulin; enough to last him about 27 days)<br/><br/>Current HP/SP Status:<br/>Body Points:       90/90<br/>Stamina Points    57/62<br/>Status: Tired<br/></div></div>