How long had he been here?, how long had be been alone?. Nick had lost count of the days, couldn't tell you how long it had been since he woke up on that riverbank soaking wet and getting away with nothing more then some bruises and a near broken ankle. Seems Ellis had been determined to let him live, but why? what could possibly be here for him?. Surely Ro or Coach had deserved this chance more then he did. He'd killed people after all, conned them out of their money, and been an ass to anyone that tried to care about him. He'd even been mean to Ellis the sweet little hick that had done nothing but love you in return.
At first he'd done nothing but lay on the muddy bank, to dazed from his recent near death experience to do much. But after coming to his senses Nick managed to drag himself up completely out of the water and up the bank, back up onto the streets of New Orleans. It didn't seem to matter that he was weaponless apparently he looked so much like a zombie that the others didn't even bother him. But even so having something to protect himself became top priority. Hobbling along on his good leg until he found an M16 laying next to a dead body.
The gun was heavier then he remembered but Nick managed with it well enough. After breaking into a locked store and finding a first aid kit he patched himself up and made a makeshift splint for his leg so he could have an easier time with his ankle. Drinking a bottle of water he found behind the counter he nibbled on a snake cake he also found there, and set down to make a plan any kind of plan just some kind of plan for the future. When he had been angry before he'd swore he'd make it here on his own, and apparently that was what he was suppose to do. Why else would he survive an explosion like that?.
First thing he needed was more weapons, and a safer place to hide. After that he'd need to make supply runs and gather up as much as he could so he wouldn't have to go out as often. Once he had everything he could just hole up somewhere and wait this out right?, it could be a stretch, but it was the best he had right now and with that plan set in his mind he went about finding him an extra weapon or two. Doing a quick limp around the store first, he came upon a pistol with a half a clips left in it probably dropped by a survivor that had found something better to use. A bent golf club after that was the only other thing he could find and would probably serve well enough for close combat.
After doing another search to make sure he had everything Nick loaded up with his new weapons and what was left of the health kit, taking a deep breath to prepare himself, and went back out in the zombie filled streets. No longer looking dead and dragging they noticed him immediately, the crunching of feet on broken glass attracting their attention to him. Using the rounds left in the pistol first, he emptied it and a couple shots of the M16 out on the wave, hoping he didn't run into any more like that before he found a place because he sure as hell didn't have enough firepower for something like that being around every corner. Checking to make sure he'd gotten all of them and there wasn't some straggler around to come running towards him at a moments notice, Nick sighed, speaking for the first time since he'd woken up.
"I know you can hear me, so why not help me look for a place to stay?."