Collax, meanwhile, had been stepping lightly over the piles of strewn garbage and debris, inspecting each unusual piece for any clue as to what happened. Despite his efforts, there were no answers to be found anywhere in the unending piles of trash. Broken chairs, torn books, and other things to be expected, but none of them hinted towards what actually happened in this abandoned husk of a building.
While Madison went about her way, desperately trying to find a half-decent place to sleep, Collax decided he'd best do the same. There was nothing else to be found in this clueless disaster remnant. So he stepped back out into the trashed lobby, looking around at the rubble and loose pieces of furniture that used to decorate the room.
He noticed a few things. One, the ceiling had collapsed in a spot close to the center of the lobby, revealing the next floor and some slightly even walkway up to it. Two, some of the chairs had been stacked in a loose pile in front of a door. No, not stacked, thrown. Whoever left them there had hucked all the chairs from another hospital room and hurriedly piled them in front of the door. Three, the front door had been burned. Not terribly, just slightly, as though someone had a blowtorch and ran it along the edges of the door frame. Nothing about this room was good news.
But, whatever happened in the past certainly happened long ago, as for now the building was all to himself. And Madison, though she'd probably spend more of her time griping and complaining about a bed than anything else. Collax, however, had slept outdoors countless times, with and without a tent or sleeping bag. He had spent many nights in trees, under rocks, inside piles of leaves, and more with Barkley. This was nothing he couldn't make do with.
So he gathered a few chairs and pulled some pieces of rubble and debris into a pile off to the side of the center of the lobby. He pushed the rubble pile towards the wall, slanting downwards, and lined the chairs along the side so it didn't flatten out. Boom. Bed for the night.
Then it struck him that they needed more than just shelter. They needed food and water. Collax could handle both of those while the sun was still up, but water in specific would take much longer. Food only requires some foraging around and a decent sharp stick for fishing, but water would require either A) They'd be lucky and one of the faucets in the building still ran mostly clean water at best, B) There was a spring somewhere nearby, or C) They'd need to filter their own water.
Oh, great. Now he was going to have to keep himself and Madison alive, because he was more than confident she had no idea how to on her own. He'd worry about either of those needs tomorrow, as he had some canned food to last about three more days, and a canteen half full to last another two. Even as Barkley, Inkay, and Skorupi all gathered around the small piles of rubble to make their own beds, Collax was sure they'd be able to make it just fine.
And so, he lay down on his moderately comfortable bed of garbage and stared up at the ceiling in silence.