And he met Ricky's look, giving a shake of his head. "Relax, I'm a cat. When I fall, I always land on my feet." He says with a laugh, deciding everybody might need a dose of humor. Though his words fall dead near the end, as they coincide with the opening of the door.<br/><br/>Standing and moving forward, he would stare at the broken speaker box,  frowning. Great. If it's not one thing, it's another. With a brief sigh, he'd turn his attention towards the lockers and things. He'd head towards one of the Weapon Racks that hadn't been looted, and stared at the lock.<br/><br/>"I don't know about anybody else, but I want a power-up." Continuing with the humor,  he'd say this as he used the pistol to bash at the lock. (need 7, rolled 8) With a thunderous crack, the lock, a rusty piece of cheap junk, breaks from the fierce blow, much like the skulls of the zombies he had cracked with the pistol.<br/><br/>Opening the locker, he would find...?<br/><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 [1/9 ammo]<br/>Insulin Pump (Battery life: 17 days, insulin reservoir: 197/300 units)<br/>Continuous blood glucose monitor (Battery life: 17 days)<br/>Glucose Tablets (x16)<br/>Three vials of Humalog (2,800 units)<br/><br/>Current HP/SP Status:<br/>Body Points:       90/90<br/>Stamina Points    62/62<br/>Status: Tired<br/></div></div>