Samuel Bryant
Sam sat back against the hard surface of the wall behind him, still tucked away in his little corner of the factory, the fire in front of him still relatively concealed. The chicken was so good, he wanted to eat the rest of it. Lightly spiced with a few of the random ingredients he had found throughout the last few months, Sam definitely could have asked for a better meal, but the chicken was probably the best that anyone had eaten in a while. But unfortunately, his urge to devour the rest of his food lost the fight against his rationalizing mind, knowing he needed to save what he had until he could get a more plentiful supply.
The water patted on the roof in a steady drum, ringing and echoing through the building because of the metal roof. Looking around, Sam let out a rather exasperated sigh, knowing there wasn't much to do. His utensils were cleaned and wiped down already, everything he had taken out to make his fire and cook the chicken was now stashed away again, and he couldn't wander around the city aimlessly due to the rain and thunder. Well I could... he thought silently. Though pneumonia doesn't sound too fun... He decided to walk over to the window facing out into the world of rain and thunder just to take a look around. Sitting on the sill, he rubbed a spot off the dirt-crusted window large enough for him to look around. Although there really wasn't much to see. A hotel sat a bit up the road, and the warehouse he had spotted earlier sat a little ways off---
"What the?!" Sam nearly lost his seat as he spotted movement near the warehouse. Instead, he caught himself and shot up quickly, catching a glimpse of the hooded figure and what looked like a guitar before smacking his head against the upper sill. "Holy hell!" He shouted, grasping his head where he hit the hard surface. Locking his eyes back on the scene of the warehouse, he searched for the figure once more, only to find it gone. Am I seeing things now..? Shaking his head, he abolished the thought and ran over his belongings, throwing on his jacket over the hooded t-shirt he already wore. Kicking dirt over his fire, he made sure it was out before running over to the window to look out once more, again seeing nothing.
The elevator was slightly open and he forced the door the rest of the way to see the decent drop to the first floor below him, the elevator too far up to be of any use. "Screw it..." He said as he checked his pack was secure and jumped out with both gloved hands to catch the elevator cables and spin to a halt. Locking his ankles around the cable below himself, he lowered himself down to the first floor again rather quickly, huffing a bit as he hit the ground. Rushing in his haste, he stopped at the door of the factory as he threw it open and stared out into the rain. Rushing out didn't seem like a logical idea at the moment. He had no idea who it was he saw, or if he really saw someone. "Beats sitting around here," he said before throwing his hood up over his head and running out into the rain.
Sam made it quickly to the fence surrounding the warehouse and hurried over. Already completely drenched by time he made it to a door, he tugged on it and said a silent thank you when it opened easily. "Jesus..." he said as he caught his breath and shut the door behind him, standing in self made puddle from the water rolling off of him. "Save some water for the damn oceans...."
Taking a step further inside, Sam cupped his hands to his mouth, "Anyone home?!" He shouted out, squinting to see inside the darkness of the warehouse.