<strong>Character</strong>: Rich Han<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Rich's Hideout, Outside<br/><strong>Time</strong>: Day 2, Early Morning<br/><strong>Attire</strong>: Running shoes, cargo pants, t-shirt, backpack<br/><strong>Tagged</strong>: Rich<br/><br/><hr/><hr/><br/>As far as commutes went, this wasn't so bad.<br/><br/>Once he was out of the alley, Rich swerved south and made for his little hideout on the edge of the USF campus.  Although it was an overall uphill grade, he had the sea wind at his back, and the streets were relatively clear.  He only had to make one diversion, and that was because of a pothole, not the zombies.  Or the snipers, for that matter.  He had been riding along Geary a few weeks ago when a bullet gouged out a divot in the road a few centimeters to the right of his front wheel.  Rich had put his head down and pedaled for all he was worth, swerving as much as he could without tipping, but the sniper had held his fire.<br/><br/>He never had figured out where that shot had come from.  Probably one of the hotels.  For obvious reasons, he had given that block a wide berth ever since.<br/><br/>This morning, Rich crossed Geary at Divisadero without incident.  This whole area around the campus was fairly clear of survivors.  After the shitshow that had been the USF siege a few months back, those who had held their ground here kept to themselves, which was just fine with Rich.  The zombies were dense, but that was no problem with a few lures and well-placed barricades.<br/><br/>Warm air swimming round his face, Rich allowed himself to coast the last quarter-mile to his apartment complex.  It was a large building, originally intended to house medical and graduate students, and one of several on the block.  He had moved in a few weeks back with no fuss, but he had left much of the building unexplored.  He had only busted into the rooms adjacent to his own on the third floor and checked the primary stairwell.  Nothing special: some trash, a little bit of superficial damage, and a single large bloodstain where someone had laid down to die... and then changed their mind.<br/><br/>Maybe he'd explore the rest of the rooms on his floor today, stake out some territory.  There could be all kinds of useful items just laying around, and if he had space he could create fallbacks and contingencies for worst case scenarios.<br/><br/>Rich dismounted next to the front door, looking up and down the sidewalk.<br/><br/>((If a roll is needed, the number is 5.  Maybe the sun got in his eye?))