Nick hesitantly sifted through a bag of waist regretting every movement he made. [i]God this sucks.[/i] "Fucking hell this smells like shit." As he continues through his first bag of rubbish he wasn't satisfied with anything that he found, it was mostly just food waste. He pulled his hands out of the mess of rotting matter a winced as he watched some of it drip from his hands. The amount of sickness he felt almost made him forget that there were zombies killing people.

He hissed in disappointment. "Nothing yet. We can't spend to long sifting through rubbish. No matter how much you enjoy it." Nick smirked slightly as his mood was slightly lifted. He then pulled looked around for a bag with bits sticking out of it. Maybe then he could find something that would give him at least a foot and a half of reach on the zombies.

"Yes!" Nick cried as he pulled out a bag that had some discarded chairs in it. He hefted it out of the dumpster and dropped it onto the ground not bothering to be careful, hoping that gravity would break a bit of one of the chairs for him.