KAMAR MAURICIO REYES
Kamar had his earphones in, harmonizing waves of tunes with blaring resonance. It was comforting, his hood obscured his features and being alone - needn't endure the daunting judgement of others. His scuffed, black denim trousers were brought up to his chest, cradled by his arms. His figure was slant against the shaft wall. Kamar shuffled, allowing himself to be content (if only a few moments) with his slouch. The pipe wrench was somewhat lacerated and had few abrasions, but it was durable, having persist the fall anyway. Kamar pondered to himself, gawking into oblivion with no particular thought. He exhaled briefly before taking out his earphones and wrapping them around his MP3, then tucking it into his pocket. His gnarled hands clasped the pipe wrench and he took a moment to compose himself - having thought of a plan.
Simply, the shaft had steel rails that scaled up the walls which would limit the freefall of an elevator. Working as a janitor in this specific building, Kamar was intrigued to have knowledge of the built-in shock absorber that lay at the bottom of the shaft - a piston in an oil-filled cylinder - which would help cushion the impact. Aside from that, the elevator most probably had rails you could appropriate yourself with in the event of such catastrophe.
Yet how was he gonna get the elevator to drop? Fuck. There was no way.
Kamar knew the only other possible way to descend the building and toward the garage, where he hoped the other survivors would be, was to combat his way through the levels. Unless! Shit, he had neglected the thought of the stairwell - it was spiral for fucks sake! With precision, Kamar would be able to dip between the gaps and profess a swift descent.
He took a moment to compose himself, then denude the elevator cab of its hatch, laying prone as he drooped his head over the metallic fringe. Nothing. There was a muffled bedlam of malnourished groans and agonised clangour, yet those were the undead straggling upward to his last position. With minor hesitance, Kamar settled his weight over the edge, then dropped into the cab. He leant forth, glancing left from right to observe whether or not the pass was safe.
Kamar inhaled, gesturing with his right hand over his upper body the mark of Christ, his left accompanied the pipe wrench with an unyielding grip. Kamar then respired deeply.
"Bueno... (Okay)..." he quietly sough, assuring himself comfort.
Kamar hurtled down the corridor with vast strides, sprinting the straights and careering into hallways until finally, 'EMERGENCY EXIT' hung overhead. He obeyed the arrow that situated its location. There were some moans, a shock pulsate through his chest, despite his best to minimise his panic. Kamar bound straight through the door, then with both hands grappling the rail, shift his weight over the boundary and hurtled the gap, slamming into the set of steps below - his arms narrowly hooked the banister. Kamar sputtered with a groaning resonance. He took a moment, winded, to get his breath back. Now somewhat more cautious, Kamar swivelled round, stepping over to the rail below, then drizzling his flow with repetitive leaps all the way down to the first floor. His heart surged with adrenaline and his chest heaved with exhaustion, his forehead was moistened with a more intense sweat that now lined his cheekbones and dribbled to his chin. His dark hair was plastered to his tanned forehead in curled strands.
Kamar ventured down the hallway then approached the lobby - it was a lot more cleaner and well-sustained when he last saw it. Now there was just shit littered everywhere. Then he adjourned his endeavour, a silhouette contrast the luminescence of the lustre outside. Another fucking person. Kamar remained his existence since the outbreak in that one fucking office, now regarding another man at this distance was all but unnerving. That, and the fact Kamar always preferred a somewhat lonesome quiddity. A nauseating malice germinated in his stomach, he prevent his legs from buckling but the nervousness made his head sway. Yet he contained himself, gaping at the man with an accustomed gaze of diffidence and wariness.
Kamar steadily inclined his head, procuring a friendly greeting.
His accent was discernible from most, being latino, yet was understandable.
"How are you today?" he spoke, irritated at his own inability to initiate proper conversation.
MENTIONS: entrance of building, @Reaper 1-1
