His gun, now covered in a light amount of gore,  was soon set on the ground some place clean. He settled down near it, again, on some place clean and away from the bodies, and rested his back up against a wall.  A quiet little buzzing alarm goes off; it's his continual blood glucose monitor warning him<em>101 mg/dl, low expected.</em>"Oh, fuck you." He muttered as he cleared the warning. He felt pretty good, still, but that could just be the adrenaline off-setting the first of the negative effects that would come with a low blood sugar; caffeine typically had a similar effect, too.<br/><br/>He pokes around in the CBGM's menu for a few moments, and sets its alarm mode to 'silent'. He's not going to think they're safe just yet, and he doesn't want to end up being that one dude in a horror movie whose cell phone goes off or something when he's hiding from a serial killer. Or the equivalent of that.<br/><br/>"Assuming we get those doors open...or the zombies all together pick up and leave, then yeah...we just have to worry about the power.  We could very well get stuck here..." A thought he was not fond of. Imagine that, escaping all those zombies to get here, and then, ending up dying from starvation/dehydration, in the dark, when the power eventually went out and the supplies dwindled. "I wish I had a flashlight." He comments off-handedly.<br/><br/>His attention would drift towards Lauren. "Hey, you okay?"<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 (Ammo: 1/9)<br/>Insulin Pump (Battery life: 17 days, insulin reservoir: 197/300 units)<br/>Continuous blood glucose monitor (Battery life: 17 days)<br/>Glucose Tablets (x20)<br/>Three vials of Humalog (2,800 units)<br/><br/>Current HP/SP Status:<br/>Body Points:       86/90<br/>Stamina Points    58/62<br/>Status: Tired<br/></div></div>