*Open to one and all, no posting order, just be corteous- if you're going to have a monolouge between you and another character, bring it to PM to cut down on thread length! Also, post at least some vague description of your character in your intro! Thank you again!*
Why was he always the one left alone? At the end of the day, he supposed, it didn't matter. Perhaps it was because he was the only one who ever thought. Who ever planned. He brushed his black hair out of his hazel eyes, looking over the city of Chicago, the walkers assembled below. He watched them feast upon their latest victims, some hoods who had tried to rob him of his hard-earned loot. Well.... that was that, he supposed.
He brushed off his black coat and jeans, straightened his button-up underneath, and walked towards the corner of the roof, and down the stairwell. His loafers clicked down the stairs as he checked through his recent loot- two more fitting suits, and a good stash of food and water. Wish there was a decent place to get more fuel though...
Oh well, he decided, shrugging as he stepped out of the alley of the store and slowly walked out towards the street, machete in hand. There was always next time, right? Now it was just to get to his self-claimed little apartment on the north side, and store his loot for the time being...