Han Su Ying (Sue)
Three Towers Apartment Complex, Second Floor Stairwell
With the explosions and what seems to be a barrage of machine-gun fire going on the outer vicinity of the apartments, Sue breathed a sigh of relief as the horde bearing down onto them would no longer be a problem. However, the undead in the lobby still posed a threat - to which she decided that she needed to be ready if it all goes to hell, not to mention the sudden power outage had turned everything dark. As her eyes began to accustom to the darkness, she peeked down the stairwell. With the silhouettes barely visible, she was relieved to know that the undead were still attempting to breach the makeshift blockade. Quickly, she left the group and climbed up the stairs.
Most of the survivors that fled the lobby apparently had all returned to their rooms, doors visible through the stairwell were all closed shut with barely a soul lingering outside. She contemplated for a second if she should follow suit as she climbed another level up onto the fourth floor. No problems yet, to which she then continued to the fifth. Silently but with a decent pace, she huddled over to her apartment unit; Room 505. She opened the doors which was left unlocked earlier and closed it shut, never giving a thought if anything or anyone entered at all. Considering that the doors were not open in the first place, she figured no one tried to. With a quick flip on the lock assuring that no one - dead or alive would be able to enter, she felt a temporary relief as she let out a sigh.
Three Towers Apartment Complex, Unit 505
Now, to stay or pack up?
Sue began to weigh her options as she stood with the door behind her back; survive alone within her apartment unit and hopefully wait for the return of her housemate - however unlikely it was, or work together with the other tenants who were feverishly trying to survive. After about a minute of consideration, she chose the latter.
Pacing towards her room, she then reached for her trusty slingbag with her other hand swiftly on her favorite sketchbook; the first few pages filled with random doodles, as she stuffed it into her slingbag without a second thought. "Good for when I'm bored I suppose, Zombie Apocalypses portrayed in pop culture were never really exciting business," she mused to herself while she grabbed her pencil case, filled with an assortment of pens, pen-nibs, pencils and a tiny ink bottle. She then turned over to her work desk and quickly pulled the drawers out, revealing an assortment of trinkets and doodads. Her eyes jumped from item to item, to which it finally laid upon a spectacle case. "I'll need a spare in case...Quite blind without these..." she mused to herself before grabbing her pair of less fashionable spare spectacles neatly rested in a spectacle case.
She left the room and paced towards the kitchen area. Quickly, she opened up all the cabinets and drawers revealing a mixture of random Asian condiments and cooking utensils. She grabbed a few packets of instant noodles, her private-use water tumbler in the fridge and finally a Chinese chopper, the Asian all-in-one cooking knife. Looking at herself in the reflection, she resembled a Hong Kong triad member or a crazy lady off to kill debtors - to which she gave a quick chuckle. She gave herself another minute to think if she needed to grab anything else, then headed back to the door - Chinese chopper on her strong arm.
She breathed in and calmed herself a little, as she unlocked her unit door and slowly pulled it open before taking a peek at the hallway - playing it a little safe.
