The soft sound of light steps echoed throughout the deathly silent halls of the mall, only causing Chris to push himself to go that much faster. He had limited himself, set a time, and was pushing himself to stick to it. [i]'In and out, you can't afford to be caught in here after dark, not when [b]they[/b] come out'[/i] He trudged onward, his bat a safe distance away from his neck, yet slung over his shoulder. No need to injure himself with one of the rugged nails that stuck out of the slugger. 

His light blue Nike's began to blur into the floor as he entered a new section of the mall, causing him to cast a brief glance around with his sea green eyes. Nothing in sight, that was a good sign. Hopefully. He liked to keep contact with people to a minimum, afraid to deal with those bitten, or those that were just plain out crazy. He made a sharp left turn, digging his heels into the slippery ground. From the looks of it, this place had been looted to the buildings bare foundation, windows were shattered, clothing articles scattered about, and no food in sight. Damn, he would really like a nice meal about now. After outrunning a couple of people who had tried to rob him earlier, he was famished, but he couldn't eat anything until he had a backup supply. He wouldn't allow himself. 

As he turned into another area, he slowed, allowing himself some time to think. As stubborn as he was to do so, he knew that he would need help eventually. But, he'd wait until it came to him. Nowadays it was hard to trust anyone, and if he was going to allow himself into a group of any kind, it would have to have a good outcome for him too. He could already protect himself, and he had a vehicle that could transport at least 5 to 6 people. The only thing he lacked right now was food, and well...companionship. He was lonely. The radio now was just static, and the electricity had gone out not too long after the apocalypse had started, the lack of people being able to run an electricity plant and all. Luckily he had been taught how to siphon gas when working at his friends repair shop. Tony... 

Tony was dead. Wincing at the memory of his best friend, he shook his head, as if that would clear the memory from his head. Yeah, he needed a group. Sighing, he entered another area, his eyes lighting up at the sight of a water bottle, a few actually. He smiled wide and without thinking twice, ran out as fast as he could and dropped down beside them, scooping them into his backpack. "There we go..." He muttered as he zipped his pack back up. As he stood, he sucked in a breath and froze. He though he heard someone nearby, he wasn't sure how many were there, but he didn't want to take a risk. He ducked behind a shelf and his himself from view of the window and door, angling his bat at the only entrance to the area he had chosen to hide. He wasn't going down now, not without a fight. Yet, in the back of his mind, he wondered with ample curiosity as to who it was that he heard. With his bat still in a vice grip, Chris leaned closer to the shelf and focused in on what he thought to be what he heard before, trying to make out any words or distinguish voices, or footsteps.