So he waited. And waited. And then he went to pee. And then he waited some more.
Where the hell was the sound of doors being broken down? The threats, the fighting...they were surprisingly absent. Was getting the jump on R.J. the only plan those three and possibly more had? Either they really didn't think this through and were too scared to do anything else, or they were waiting outside for an ungodly long time.
"Screw it, no one's that patient..."
He had been waiting here for a long time, or what felt like it. R.J. couldn't tell right now. It was definitely a bit darker by now, he noticed as he sat on the windowsill, head and eyes checking if un-friendlies were about. Not seeing any, he leaped out, only to be pulled back by the duffel bag, which had gotten wedged between the opening of the window. Pulling it out, he checked to see if his SMG was still in the bag.
"Good, can't lose this right now."
Checking both the back and front side of the little building, he wondered where the group who tried to attack him had gone. It was better for his health and theirs if they didn't run into each other. R.J. didn't even know the direction from which they came, forgetting the possibilities of where they could be. His eyes ventured around his map, compass in hand. Putting his glasses on, he looked around the area he was in.
It was a little cramped area, houses too close and too small for most's comfort. He squinted at a tall structure, but he couldn't quite make out what it was. This didn't help though, only knocking down a few areas where he could be. Removing his glasses, he put away the map and headed north, not knowing where it would lead besides not whatever was behind him.
"Better somewhere then nowhere..."
With that in mind, he ran, the only thing he knew for sure is that his feet were going to hurt, slowly realizing these converse all-stars were terrible to run in.
((Rutherford "R.J." Roger Jr.: B032 -V5- Continued In Don't Know How to Have Fun))