[Adam can't remember when the sun began setting. He feels like he hasn't slept in days - muscles aching as bad as after a day of hard training, hands grimy and sweat making his shirt cling to the small of his back. But he keeps going, hauling bags of sand to the riverbank, nailing planks to windows, carting food and water to buildings.

Organizing the rescue isn't something he's felt comfortable with - he's a strategist at best, but for fights, not to help. But he couldn't stay idle, sit with his thumbs up his ass and wait for the work to be done. He was the Champion, after all, raised to save the whole world. He wasn't about to stay behind; he couldn't.

But the tiredness was taking its toll on him - movements more sluggish than they'd been in the morning, vision going sometimes blurry when sweat falls into his eyes. He's not paying enough attention, which is how he ends up crashing into someone else, falling back a step or two, and dropping the sandbag he'd been holding over his shoulders, hands outstretched.]

Sorry, sorry! Didn't see you there!

[This is stupid. He should be out trying to prevent extra damage, but the doors have been locked, everyone asked to remain indoors. Still - it's definitely stupid, that he's finding himself at this speed dating event. He knows he looks awkward, all 6'2'' of him shifting from foot to foot as he waits at the bar for a drink. The nametag with his messy scrawl reading Adam is stuck just above his heart on the grey henley he's decided upon, and he knows that if he really wants to do any of the activities advertised around, he's going to have to go and sit down, talk to someone.

Talk to someone. That really isn't his specialty. But - fine. Some Dutch courage should help, and he downs the straight vodka he ordered just a moment ago, managing to only wince a tiny bit. Taking a deep breath, he approaches the first person he sees, and, putting on his best smile, he holds out his hand as he smiles.]

Hi. I'm Adam.

[The rain is coming down hard, sheets and sheets of hard, cold water that makes visibility difficult. Adam shakes hair out of his eyes, water falling in rivulets along the sides of his face, and he clenches his jaw, tightens his slippery grip around his gun, before turning around to the small ragtag group they've assembled.]

City's this way! [He has to yell over the howling wind and loud patter of the rain hitting the group, but he points to the blurry outline of buildings, indicating the Abandoned City, making his point as best he can. They're almost there.

He starts walking again, taking the lead, but stops dead in his tracks only a moment later. In front of him, growling, obviously rattled and looking ready to pounce, is a mountain lion.]

Shit.