Samuel Thompson stood in the bathroom, looking in the mirror, unaware that anyone else had arrived. He had found this place becuase someone had written about it in big letters on a bathroom stall in a mens room of a nearby malll he'd been trying to live at just a couple days ago. What he'd found was... well at least it was in nice enough condition. He was planning on looking for whoever that first car belonged to, but he'd only been here a little over an hour, and he hadn't stumbled over whoever it was yet for whatever reason.<br/><br/>So there he was, looking at his reflection. It was the first laugh he'd got in a long time. He'd looked like shit! With all the dirt and grim of somebody whose been living to try to survive. He crossed his fingers when he turned the faucet, having discovered that running water only worked some places and not others. Luckily it worked. He was able to use the sink to at least wash his sink and hair. He considered trying out the shower, but he was still trying to find whoever else it was still here.<br/><br/>He'd assumed he found the owner of that first car when he wandered into the kitchen and saw a young woman. He smiled his friendly smile, that seemed so out of place in this awful world. "Hey there." Sam said, in a happy sort of tone, not sure what else there was to say. He'd known there were other survivors, becuase there had to be, but he was trying not to act too excited.<br/><br/>... Even if the thought of overpopulation creeped into his mind from time to time.