Makay.
Makay retreated slightly after having her fill of water from the river, and drying off some on the bank. It wasn't incredibly late, but with as much running as she did a day, she always welcomed slumber.
She moved to where there were a few sparse trees, ducking into a thicket of underbrush. It wasn't extremely comfortable but it was close enough the the river that in the morning she could wake and follow it to it's delta, hopefully into the ocean. The water was fresh but Makay figured it the water source would turn salty farther down the river.
Also, she was a light sleeper, and the sounds a walker would make while struggling through the thicket would be more then enough to wake her. She was hoping the loud noises serving as a distraction in the distance would last until she moved out. Otherwise she could get caught in a herd.
She pulled her bow off her back, setting it down next to her bag, making sure it was in quick reach. She left her knife strapped to her hip then huddled down in the crook of her elbow and fell into a light sleep, still worrying about walkers.