The surrounding area was quiet. There wasn't even any wind whistling through the air; the sound of nature itself seemed to be absent in this place. Dead silence always meant something was wrong. Foley learned that the hard way a while ago, back a couple miles, when he stopped walking stealthily while traveling through town because he thought silence meant emptiness. The auburn-haired male walked himself into a nest of Crazies as groups of people leaked from the buildings out onto the street, all devoid of normality. Somehow he managed to get away that time, but he wasn't willing to risk his life trying to see if he could get away again if he screwed up this time. He clipped the left side of his hair back behind his ear with two butterfly bobby pins, leaving his medium-long bangs to fall across the right side of his face, covering his right eye. The rest of his layered hair reached a bit past the end of his neck, diverging to either sides of his neck. Suddenly Foley heard the sound of movement nearby, rustling and footsteps, and started creeping towards the sound. Eventually he stopped before getting too close and hid behind a parked car, holding his breath.