Day Three -- Hoping there's light
Strider walked briskly through the areas he could. After being separated from the others he was on high alert. He had managed to kill a few zombies on his way, wearing his belt holster. With the taser given to Calliope he was left with a baton, a gun. Taking his catch pole Strider took the hook off it and managed to attach the blade of one of his hunting knives to it instead. Turning it into a make-shift pole weapon.
Knowing that his last encounter with the zombies had left him breathless. He took this chance to try find somewhere to rest for now. Looking around he pulled to the side of a building, leaning against the wall he gritted his teeth as he tried to take some of the weight off his feet without sitting down. Resting the pole against the wall he let his guard down. Which he immediately brought back up as he heard something approaching, putting his hand back on the pole he looked out from the side. Hoping it was a human and not one of those.
