βThe best way to not get your heart broken, is pretending you don't have one.β
Walking on foot was the last thing that Kristopher wanted to do but it was his only choice now. All the cars and stations have been siphoned of the gas that they contained, and his sorry excuse for a Mountain Bike wasn't doing him much good. He also had no real clue about were he was, as disaster seemed to strike while he was away from home. For two months he just went with his gut feeling and wandered aimlessly around, looking for any familiar landmarks that give him an idea of were he was. It was around that time he found the bike, and after fixing and pumping the tires was able to finally get somewhere. So he is now. Stuck in the middle of the icy road while snow continuously pelted him, were no sense of direction. Kris let out a heavy sigh as he bent down to pick up the bike once more and walked down the road.
When he reached what seemed to be a reasonable place for resting he was covered in snow from head to toe. He laid the bike against the wall and sat down on tile floor of the convenient store he found. He had already searched through what he could and found next to nothing remaining. Kris knew he wouldn't last longer in this town and with the little supplies that he had he would have to get moving again soon. He just wished that it would stop snowing soon enough, and that his bike wasn't a useless piece of trash right now.