A fortnight in some sense probably wasn't all that much time. But when one was thrown into the pits of civilization's hell, it was enough time to fall apart. It was enough time to go crazy with despair. It was enough time to give up hope. It was enough time to concoct some kind of elaborate plan to end yourself should you chose no longer to suffer the downward spiral on which you found your self standing at the precipice of. It was also enough time to decide whether you would actually go through with such ideas or whether or not you would fight.<br/><br/>Colt was teetering, himself, on the edge of that fall of destruction. He had no idea where his parents were and he had lost his only sister. He was certain that all of them had perished in the time he spent on his own. There had been a time when he had accepted the possibility that any of those Hell spawns would come in to the video store and take him - he even almost welcomed it.<br/><br/>He had sat in dark silence for a day or two, simmering in this cycling depression. But finally, something in him suddenly snapped and he knew that neither of his parents would want him to give up a fight so easily. They had raised him so much stronger than he was acting then. Just graduating college a year before, his father had called him a real, honest to God, man and a strong one at that. He had even planned on joining the military in order to give back to his beloved country - a discussion he and his father had countless times, which was fully supported. What kind of man would he be in the military if he couldn't keep himself strong in such dire situations?? A rather sad officer - or a dead one, at that. No difference made there!<br/><br/>It was that night he found his resolve and moved out of that stupid little hole he had closed himself off in. Luckily enough, the area had been fairly quiet and he figured that these things seemed to move in cycles. Through out the two weeks, he learned that they seemed to pass through every three days, so he had time to gather himself some supplies. Colton knew the neighborhood he was in rather well, having worked at a place not too far from the video store throughout some years in college. There was a grocers down the way and he could gather himself some decent amount of supplies - if there was any left - before starting out on his way to search for his family.<br/><br/>Even if there didn't seem to be much activity outside at the time, having heard the foreboding growls and hissing but two days ago, he was certain that there was no room to be careless when he walked along the streets openly.