On the street-
Brian Stevenson had been running all day. It hadn't been as much fun as he'd thought it would be at first, but it certainly had been exhilirating. He'd been hard pressed to stay alive and one step ahead of the growing hordes of the infected. Their numbers had been small in the morning and he'd easily been able to keep them at bay with his .38 revolver, having quickly learned to aim for the head if he wanted to bring them down. He had also learned that the sound of gunfire drew more of them, and it had been all he could do just to survive. His gun - and his crowbar when they got too close - had served him in good stead, but there were far too many for him to kill all of them, especially since he had gotten low on ammo. The crowbar had also helped him force his way into buildings and pry open anything locked or nailed shut when his lockpicks weren't enough. He took whatever he wanted and didn't care whether its owners were dead or alive.
About an hour ago, everything had suddenly changed. The sweet sports car he had stolen had suddenly died on him. At the same time, all of the infected people he could see had collapsed where they stood. He had also noticed that the power seemed to have gone out, as there were no longer any lights in nearby buildings. While he was glad that the infected no longer seemed to be a threat, and that he no longer needed to worry about alarms going off and drawing a mob when he tried to break into buildings, the loss of his new Porsche was a grievous blow. He had spent the better part of the last hour trying to make it run again, but with no joy. The mechnical parts all worked fine. The problem seemed to be with the electronic ignition, and he knew enough about cars to know that it was beyond repair. It would need to be replaced entirely before the vehicle would go anywhere. And so he had begun to prowl through the nearby deserted streets on foot.
His wanderings had brought him to a commercial district with plenty of warehouses. One in particular looked promising and was in good shape. There were two closed garage bay doors in front, with a normal door just beside them. It was still light out, but the sun was getting low in the sky. Perhaps a little over an hour of daylight remained.
