Snippet #2348691

Randal was standing at the edge of a river staring at the walkers who had managed to stumble after him for miles now. He probably should have killed it awhile back or even taken one of the many paths that had provided themselves as an escape. Instead he had simply walked along the side of this river lazily absorbing the sun on his face.

As the first of the four who'd managed to keep pace with him came at him he ducked under the awkward grapple and to the side, bringing his makeshift mace's head hard into the walker's ribs. It fell unbalanced but before it had a chance to recover Randal swung again splatter a portion of it's head.

Turning quickly he dropped the mace and prepared his crossbow. In a few moments the remaining three walkers were down and he was removing his bolts and smashing heads before searching what was left of their clothing. Finding nothing of value as per usual he shook his head in distaste. He'd exerted himself more then he needed to for nothing. He'd actually half expected to find something in the tattered pack one of them still had attached to it's back.

The sound of a bird took his attention towards the woods, and the sky. The sun was beginning to lower itself in the sky and he could feel his stomach rumble. With a winded sigh he continued alongside the river steadily searching for signs of a shelter or something. He still had a few more hours of daylight and was hoping he didn't have to start a fire.

It wasn't until just before the sun dipped under the treeline that Randal gave up and began collecting materials for a decent fire. As the last few rays of light left he was quick at work stoking his tiny flame. He was exposed at the side of the river but with the fire and the promise of warm food he didn't really care. As long as he kept vigilant he'd be able to wait out the night and move on.

As he sat on the hard ground and watched bits of the tuna sizzle in the pan he came to realize that might be easier said then done. His head was beginning to get heavier and he could feel sleep tugging at his mind. But his stomach was winning and the constant fear of walkers were proving to be acceptable motivation.