The constant clicking and screaming of the three clickers rang through the building, all chasing after their next victim..or what they hoped would be. The man was very agile, smoothly hopping over crates and rubble as he attempted to evade the three persistent creatures. Though as would any man his stamina began to fade, breathes getting deep and heavier, movements getting slower. Finally, he realizes the only escape is to kill the three, hopefully without being infected.
As the first infected caught up and threw itself in an attempt to tackle him, the white haired man jumped to the side, narrowly avoiding it before rebounding and plunging one of his sai into its skull. Repeating the same maneuver, dodging and then attacking, until the three were dead. He had survived without being infected, though it was sure to have made significant noise..likely attracting others.
He stood, catching his breath for a moment before hearing another noise not far from where he was.
Cautious footsteps explore the vacant building, breath hitched as he listens carefully for the distinct noises of the infected. The clicking is far in the distance, though he knows any careless movement could easily attract their attention. The silence is almost overbearing; the survivor feeling as if it may suffocate him at any moment.
It's soon broken as the shrieks of the infected ring throughout the building, calloused fingers gripping the machete in hand tighter. His mind races as he contemplates if someone else is here with him and whether they're hostile-- but it only matters if they manage to escape from the clickers.
But within moments, the quiet ambiance has returned once more. Slowly and silently, he presses forth, ready at any moment for possible attacks. He can hear the other attempting to catch their breath-- though unaware of the numbers of clickers that were once present, surely they're able to handle surviving out here alone. A grimace overcomes his tense expression as shoes step on broken glass, the faint noise most likely heard by the stranger.
Composure remaining intact, the male debates on his next actions. There's no point in running-- if anything were to go wrong with the other, Joel was likely to be able to handle the situation. Jaw clenched, he steps into view of the stranger.