A sigh left David as he walked forward, hands shuffled in his pockets—and a loud noise echoed in the distance. David Levitski had been up long before the sunrise, a sort of habit that the aged detective had previously programmed into his everyday functions. The events leading up to where he was now didn’t change it. Apocalypse be damned, it wasn’t going to change how he operated and functioned no matter how old he got.  A conversation with Thomas Wilton came to mind as these thoughts of “age won’t affect me” crossed David’s mind where the even older folk singer told him that he wouldn’t have a choice about it when the time came, especially with the physically demanding role that David lived for decades— eventually at the end of the line it would all catch up with him unless he was exceptionally lucky. 

[i]Yeah right.[/i]

The chances are that he was already falling apart, he just didn’t know it. He refused to see some “doctor” at the camp they had set up here at The Towers, and it wasn’t out of some fear of doctors or medicine; it was out of a feeling of extreme apathy. If he was going out, it was pointless to worry about it and honestly? He couldn’t care any less if it was painful or painless when it came. There was a void out there when it would happen and it wouldn’t really matter one way or the other. This line of thinking wasn’t one that came out often, but when it did it certainly put him harshly against those who believed in heaven and god. 

But to David that was their problem if they had a problem with how he thought. Not exactly a “team player” line of thinking, but sometimes you had to be honest with people and not sugarcoat how you felt. That kind of bottled up anxiety only led to you wanting to jump off a cliff and go splat against the pavement below. The sort of anxiety that had caused people to meet their supposed maker plenty of times before… and that was before the epidemic that they called an “apocalypse” happened.

A sigh left David as he walked forward, hands shuffled in his pockets— and a loud noise echoed in the distance.

[i][center][h3]BANG![/h3][/center][/i]

Not an uncommon sound for David or really anyone who had survived the changing of society in the last five months or so, but that didn’t stop people like Nedine or Melissa from probably fearing for the worst and asking neurotic questions. David was sure one of them was prying someone if it was [i]close[/i] or if there were [i]bad people[/i] nearby. Perhaps it was a good thing that David wasn’t within earshot of said questions because he probably would answer them with a dull toned “Probably.”; not exactly the best thing to answer with to those kind of people. 

But David had enough time to think for the morning; deciding to get to being productive, standing around wasn’t going to help anybody.

“Just another day.” He muttered under his breath.

Perhaps he would run into someone while on patrol of the interior and external walls; it’d be nice, considering the loss of supplies due to a supposed thief to run into said supposed thief and give them “retribution” for the stupid action against the community they had scorned and brought delusions that broke down trust between community neighbors. Personally, David didn’t care about the consequences of the persons actions he just knew what needed to be done when and not if he caught this individual—assuming it wasn’t from an outside source, of course.

“Be nice.” He muttered again, answering his own thoughts.

David had checked the perimeter of the community twice-over by now, and no matter what he looked for despite his detective pedigree he couldn’t quite seem to find any conclusive signs that confirmed his suspicions that the timely raid that had just occurred last week had been one that was facilitated by an inside job. Now David wasn’t a soldier, so he wasn’t sure what he was looking for on the perimeter but something in his gut had been rolling over on him and his impulse had served him well in the past. If he was right and the raid was an inside job then whoever it was had covered their tracks well; no chalk marking off unguarded entrance points (hell, David always thought that their security being unorganized was a bad idea since he joined the group). Perhaps it was just a matter of David not being sure what he was looking for.

Who would even be so stupid to endanger everyone like that anyway? Most of the individuals at the Towers were far from being so brash to do such actions.

A very audible groan left David’s lips as he ran his right hand through his hair.

[i]“Guess I’ll head back to the main bits, check around and see what needs doing.”[/i] He thought as he turned from his current position and made way back to the main compound. Perhaps something would hit him as a revelation on the way there.  

As he began to walk back, David’s detective pedigree started to go in effect as his mind began shuffling through these sort of mental notes that served as small dossiers on the residents that he had become familiar with for some time now. If there was something he retained from his life as a cop was faces, names, and an outline of information about them – though some people in The Towers could’ve been lying or keeping things to themselves; there was also the option that they weren’t trusting of David and he hadn’t gathered much information. 

It was a hard thing to deduce, but if someone did do this to them; David would figure it out in time.