Soubi and Ritsuka arrived at the building but did not go in. There was too much activity from the local returned population for the blond's liking. Instead, he and Ritsuka waited across the street, in the corner of another dilapidated building.

Soubi chewed on the end of a cigarette - he was getting low, sadly - and sent a text to Spock.

We're outside, across the street. Too many zombies near the door for my liking. We'll wait here.