Post by Oliver Vail on Aug 8, 2018 4:50:18 GMT
Oliver popped another chip into his mouth. As he began to chew, it felt as though the sound of his teeth against the chips was echoing through-out the entirety of the room. It was quiet today. Too quiet. It was making him rather uncomfortable. Oliver pushed himself up from the slouching position he was in on the waiting room's couch. Yesterday, it felt as though a new walker was popping out of every nook and cranny of this place. There had been little room to escape. He'd been lucky to find a safe room to sleep for the night. Now it felt as though it had been abandoned.
Maybe he had taken out more of the creatures than he remembered. He was pretty recklessly drunk by the end of the night. Not my fault psychiatrists keep bottles of booze in their offices. He smirked. The place he'd managed to break his way into this time must have been a private operation. It was definitely a mental institution, but it was too small to really house any permanent patients. That was the only reason he'd dared try to clear the building in the first place. People must have taken refugee here after, having the same idea as him. That's the only way he could really make sense of the amount of walkers that had been strolling the short halls.
Oliver set down the chips, putting a hand to his forehead. He groaned as his headache become all too recognizable. Sighing, he pushed himself up off of the couch completely. He walked over to the receptionist's desk and hopped on top of the counter before sliding over. Crouching down, he dug around underneath until he pulled out a bottle of water. He'd snooped enough yesterday to find out that people had hidden things all over this place. Oliver unscrewed the cap of the water bottle, bringing it to his lips and then tilting his head back as he slammed down over half the bottle in one go.
Walking around the counter this time, he made his way back to the couch. He practically fell into it as he laid down, staring up at the ceiling. One lengthy arm dangled off the side, still gripping onto the water. Oliver sighed once more as he wondered how long he'd be able to stay here. Even though he'd never admit the loneliness he felt from traveling alone, it was a positive thing in this situation. Less people meant less noise. Less noise was a huge key to survival.
Oliver closed his eyes, allowing himself to slowly break away from his alert sense of mind. A few minutes passed, and the hungover boy drifted off into sleep.