It's dark again. I guess I'd better give up on this spot.
Shifting to his feet, Nikolai let his machete scrape against the ground as he walked to the lift-up door of the warehouse he'd called home for the past week.
"Come on you... Rrrgh!"
The somewhat rusty door gave way and shifted open, allowing bright light to flood the previously dark room. Shielding his eyes, the tall, fox-eared man left from his dark abode and took off in no particular direction. He left the "saftey" of the chain-link fence that had run around the warehouse block he was at, watching as a few mutants took note of him and began their charge. Brandishing the machete, he lopped one's head off before cutting deeply into the other, kicking it to the ground, and stabbing through it's head.
"If you've seen one... you've seen them all. No tactics, these things."
Wandering aimlessly and taking out the few mutants that were out nearby on his path, Nikolai inadvertently came up to the apartment where everyone else was. Having attracted a mutant while entering, he turned to the window he'd broken through and and forced his machete through it's skull, barely missing getting clawed in the arm. Pulling his weapon free, he turned to see a group of people- or at least, creatures that didn't immediately run towards him with intent to kill, and lowered his machete.
"Damn, didn't expect to ever see other survivors. I come in peace."
Nikolai lets his machete rest on a wall near him while he waits for the group to react to his... sudden intrusion.