-- .@_FindThatStar, and last he'd seen the kid, he was in the kitchen with @NoSafeHaven_, fit as a damn fiddle.}
{muttering} Maybe I just need some sleep.
{Turning on his heel, he made for the elevator, skidding to a sudden stop as a thought occurred to him.
#Carl had --
-- double checking the lock panel was green.
Worrying his bottom lip, he dropped his chin to his chest with a sigh, mind ticking over the comings and goings of the Post Office residents. Only one other than him who'd been in and out in the last few hours was --
-- {under his breath} Ringin' the dinner bell and nobody's hungry.
{Eagle eyed gaze sweeping from the floor, over the walls to the ceiling, he shook his head, coming up empty. Unsettled, he moved to check the garage's exterior door, running his hands over the seam, --
-- his Spidey sense. Didn't much matter what name was attached to it, fact was it had saved his hide more than once.
Brow furrowed, he moved from the shadow to the light, reaching to thump the closest car, alert for shuffling steps and bone chilling moans.
Nothing.} --
{Holstering his Glock, he stepped from the elevator and into the solitude of the garage, the familiar smell of stale air, exhaust and rubber doing little to quell his nerves.
Something was /off/. He could feel it.
Some folks called it paranoia. His Second had called it --
@RP_Beezy {chuckling} /That/ guy. Geez, it's been a damn dog's age since I've seen one of his flicks. {ruefully} Or a movie in general. The Dead kinda chuck a monkey wrench into that sorta thing.