Jaime has come to the conclusion that he was not meant for winter weather; he hates the snow, he hates the cold, and up on the ninth floor, he gets to enjoy both. Most of the windows had long been broken out before their little band of survivors had come to call this home. It was the perfect spot for the watchers to work; perches are set up as they take their shifts with the single rifle they have to use.
From nine stories up, looking through the scope, he can see the undead doing their zombie crawl through the fresh dusting of snow in the world below. He doesn't have an itchy trigger finger, he's use to spending days in position keep an eye on things...besides, they can't afford potshots for the sake of it. New world order means ammunition is hard to come by. Make every shot count. He can hear an echo of those very words form his memories from training so long ago. He would have laughed back then if you had told him those skills would be put towards a zombie apocalypse. Zombie really does get funnier the more you think or say it. The former British military man also finds it hilarious that he's stuck in Dallas, Texas of all places. The apocolypse has a sense of humor.
It doesn't even begin to bother him that just below him, separated by concrete deck and ceiling below that, the former employees turned zombies are locked away on eight. Its quiet on the ninth so every now and then you can hear the scraping of furniture as zombies stumbles over each other.
Laid out on his stomach, flat on the ground, he's keep watch; the crunching of glass, debris, and one can only guess what else is what gives away the approach of someone from the stairwell. Pulling his attention away from the scope, he glanced down to his left arm, wrist turning over to a watch that still was ticking. "I still have a few hours left on my shift, so your either early, in which case, I'll say you're more then welcome, because I've decided I hate snow, or, for anything else, the ninth floor isn't exactly social hour." Saying all that before he even turned his head to see who was there.
