The minutes continued to tick by, but he wasn't sure how long he'd sat there resting. He wasn't even sure he wanted to get back up, but of course some unknown force was able to compel him to his feet once more.<br/><br/>Forward he marched, even occasionally forgetting what his mission was. The monotonous trudging had eventually brought him face to face with a couple straggling walkers up ahead of him. Pausing, he watched their broken limbs limp pointlessly onward. Their clothes were very grey and tattered, he couldn't quite discern their age but he did wonder where they'd wandered this way from. What small town they might've lived their regular lives in. Did they know each other in life or only in death? His mind easily drifted in this way in recent days, perhaps seeking asylum in a daydream. They hadn't noticed him just yet and thankfully the breeze was blowing in his favor, but he'd stood there long enough for their figures to disappear way off in the distance, shadowed by plant life.<br/><br/>He decided he would veer off from them here, he didn't want to disturb his neighbors. Trying to keep note of where he was exactly but not doing a particularly good job of it, he pretended to comprehend the map he happened to have in his pocket. He'd found it in a sheriff's office in a town not too far off; he'd forgotten the name. He'd marked his truck on it thankfully, but upon closer look he wasn't sure which direction that particular dirt path had been on.<br/><br/>With a shake of his compass, he compared it to the map. But he'd confused himself somehow, perhaps dizzy from the heat. He stuffed the map back into his pocket and shrugged.<br/><br/>Carrying on, he could only tell that time was shifting thanks to the sun. He was growing numb to his symptoms of dehydration, despite the occasional ache. It'd only been a day after all, he could survive right? Just as that question crossed his thoughts, he found himself at another path. It was unfamiliar though, slightly wider than the one he'd left his truck on. Squinting at the sign up the way a bit, he was able to make out through the weather-worn letters: 'Porter Road'.