The sun peeked through the window and decided that the first thing it wanted to do was slap Jeremiah across the face. He could never really sleep when the sun was up, it was a habit drilled into him by his parents who so desperately wished he would have joined the military. They got him up at the crack of dawn every day, just to be ready, and so when the first rays of sun hit his face he could hear his father telling him to get up.
Groaning, as he always did at that sound, he opened his eyes and looked around. He was inside this warehouse, it looked like a warehouse with crates everywhere and ugly unfinished ceilings. Groaning again as the memories of last night flooded into his head, that thing that had invaded the shop, the people screaming as he ran avoiding everything and anything he could, the sounds of broken glass. It was too much, what had happened to the world.
The concrete floor wasn't the best place for considering this, so Jeremiah got up and stretched. His body ached from all the running, and from collapsing against the cold floor. Would he get rickets, or shingles? His mom had said you'd get bad things from sitting against the cold ground. Jeremiah paused, and then chuckled. I'm sure that was the last thing he had to worry about now, with whatever they were roaming about outside, just waiting to eat him.
Thankfully there were other people here with him. He didn't pay much attention to them as they had barricaded the door with whatever they could. Now he paused to look at them. There was the man with the headphones and the really nice hair. There was another guy with a crew cut and an old cop look about him. The kind that was young once but was having problems switching to middle age. The crew cut is what gave that away, it was well kept while the rest of him was going a bit, but the crew cut was a plea for holding onto control. The last guy must have been a cook or something, he had an apron on thought he seemed to be in dire need of a cut. Something that would give him his sense back.
There were many things you could learn by looking at someone's hair.
There are also many things that can be learned by listening to a stomach growling. Jeremiah looked around as he rubbed his stomach. He had been running for so long, he had forgotten to eat anything and now his body was telling him that it needed attention. With that he started searching for an office somewhere, it probably had a mini fridge or something that hid some food.