The seconds that ticked by felt like eternity. Eventually he pulled himself out from under the car with his grisly prize. Taking a moment to wipe the dirt off his shirt and knees. He quickly tore its head open with the chair leg until he was able to pry the mandibles loose. Each one was roughly the length of a man's index finger and he carefully wrapped them in some cloth in found lying in the car seat, maybe there would be a use for that venom further down the road. It was then that he heard the confused woman. Michael's mouth opened to quickly tell the woman to hush but it was to late and he was honestly happy the fog blocked most of what happened from his vision, though the sounds brought him close to losing his breakfast.

Ashbourne was confusing on top of dangerous. Not that he could blame the other survivors for trying to make anything a weapon if it meant living just a day longer. When the woman caught his attention from the window, he was thankful she was not flat out shouting drawing attention to himself. Glancing around the street to make sure it at least looked safe he waved back and gave a thumbs up letting her know she had been seen before glancing at the building itself. She gave him a warning before disappearing from the window. No matter what happens he is not to utter a single word on the first floor. What madness awaited him now he wondered as he glanced at the building.  It seemed to be a high-rise apartment building, least as far as Michael could tell he really couldn't see how tall the building was past the fourth floor due to the fog.  He glanced towards the dark entrance of the building and frowned. All the windows on the first floor were broken and the double glass doors that would have opened into the lobby of the building was torn from their hinges. 

Well this answered one of his many unasked questions about the Sigils. It seems Mr. Miller had only been half right. It protected his building because it was only one floor. It seemed in this situation it  protected the woman's floor or worse only her room? He would figure this out when he got to her but first he steeled his nerve as he tried to peer into the darkness of the building. Hyping himself up he took a few cautious steps into the dimly lit building letting his eyes adjust. The lobby reeked of trash and decay, his free hand covering his nose but offering no relief as he tried his best to step around the trash piles and ignoring the faded blood strains on the floor. 

Soon he came to the main desk in the lobby and noticed on the shelf behind the desk were rows upon rows of keys. It seemed this building had at least nine floors. Still remaining silent he noticed most keys were still there but made no move to grab them as he thought he heard a small sigh come from his right. Michael frowned thinking there should not be another survivor in the lobby. Noticing a faint florescence glow come from a room he swiftly and silently went towards the room to realize it was the elevator of the building. The doors were half open allowing him to glance inside to see a slender naked humanoid figure facing away from him sitting in the elevator. The small space was full of random things. As he tried to back away from the elevator he kicked over a empty can and bite his lip as he heard sickening crack from the elevator.

Glancing up he found himself face to face with a woman staring at him intensely. Her brown eyes were unwavering and unblinking as they remained locked onto his, but worse yet he noticed that her head was facing him while her body was still turned away from him. A chill traveled down his spine as fear made him look away and he power walked towards the steel door, doing his best to ignore the cracking and creaking of bones behind him as the woman followed him.  Shakily grabbing the door handle he pulled the door open. It groaned on its hinges as he tried his best to focus on the stairs in front of him and not the unblinking stare of the woman who's face was now almost touching his. Crossing the threshold of the door, he attempted to close the door only to find the woman had gripped the side of the door preventing its closure so Michael just quickly hurried up the stairs and noticed she did not follow.