"ugh... I knew I should have listened to the pilot. That's what I get for not having my seat back and tray table in the full upright position." Ezekiel lifted his head up, looking around. He had been thrown to the ground by the crash. He saw nobody awake, so he stood up and looked around. What he saw outside horrified him to no end. He made his way to the back of the plane, entering the cargo hold. He found his luggage, and sifted through it. "Here we go...." He strapped on his sheath for the katana, and then put on his back harness, sliding in his Shaolin Spade and his Stave, in an X pattern across his back. He shook his head. "I still don't get why I can't have this stuff in carry on......" He hopped down, and made his way towards town. He saw a sign for apartment buildings. He remembered what the zombie survival guide said about apartments, and decided to head there. They were supposed to be easily defensible.