*Kistrev ducked down below the edge of the building..... survivors, god why? theyd kill him for sure.... He peered over the edge holding both hands open and empty watching in case the figure pulled out the gun on its thigh... he jumped down into the side alley beside the building, he slinked out staying in the shadow of the building, holding both hands up.... he tried opening his mouth and telling them who he was.... but having lived a life of solitude for so long, his voice unacostumed to talking gave up on him, instead he hung shyly in the shadow, half crouched looking out at the imposing figure....*