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The rain began to die down into a light drizzle as Charles continued to walk. He held his new weapon in front of him admiring its detail. Why did he pick it up? It was heavy, cumbersome, and he sure as hell didn't know how to use it. There was just something about it that made him feel as if he had to hold on to it. He swung it around trying to get a feel for it, it wasn't as fast as a knife, but it had some power behind it, whoever was hit by this thing wasn't going to get up anytime soon. Plus the length of the weapon could keep opponents at a distance should he ever find himself in a defensive position. Either way he wasn't going to figure it out anytime soon.

He walked for a few more feet before giving in to the need to rest. He stabbed his new sword into the ground and sat up against a nearby tree. He ran out of food, there was no way around this fact. But a determined human could last up to two weeks without eating. Water, on the other hand, was going to be an issue. Charles couldn't afford to dehydrate, not when he still did not know whether he was even near his destination. He cupped his hands under the branches of the tree and allowed the rain water to collect. He took a huge drink, taking advantage of the water at his disposal. He lowered his hands and let out a sigh. "You know you're not that subtle." he yelled out loud to what seemed to be no one. "You have an extremely bad habit of thinking out loud."