Hissing. That was the most prominent sound that could be heard when a sleeping figure opened their eyes. The dark brown hues scanning the room they slept in. Their vision blurry due to just coming out of the sleep they needed so dearly after a long day's work. After a few moments of adjusting to the sounds of the insects hissing outside, the figure sat up, revealing the masculine figure under the sheets. His hands reaching up to rub his eyes to remove any further sleep he had left in him. The fingertips running along the scar on his eye, reminding him of a mistake he made very early on in his naive career in this unforgiving world. He stretched his limbs as he got out of the bed that he called his own, a simple mattress with pillows and a single blanket for the summer heat that was currently upon them.<br/><br/>The tall black haired male made his way over to his bathroom and wiped himself down with the moist towel he set up to capture the humidity that formed in the air during the evening to grab the most amount of moisture to wipe himself clean of anything. With the lack of running water, many had to improvise with catching rainwater, using the springs up north. However, most water was collected through the old wells and irrigation systems of old. After a quick cleaning of himself off of any sweat with the wet towel, he made his way over to dry off with an extra rag. The black haired male let out an exhale as he began to dress for the day.<br/><br/>His uniform was a cobbled together collection of the armor of those he killed and part of the old gang he used to run with. It wasn't the most appealing thing to look at, but it did its job of preventing him from becoming swiss cheese in many situations. The marked man grabs his sidearms of simple pistols, and a rifle as he stepped out of his home. The sight of the bright yellow sun low in the sky meeting him as he covered his eyes to adjust to the bright sun that peaked through the dark muggy clouds. It was going to be a humid day.<br/><br/>"Good-mornin' sheriff." A passerby called out to him as they used their horse to help haul trade through the busy town. The sheriff simply waved his hand back at him respectfully as he walked to his office that had been made his own in the town that had been untouched by the calamity that had fallen many decades ago. He was greeted cheerily by men and women before coming upon the office of those who helped uphold the law in the growing town. "Americus Law Offices." A pride-filled smile making its way on his face, stepping inside and taking his seat at his desk as he began going over the paperwork. The sheriff knew he had a meeting later today with the mayor over some matter of payment, but, he would let him come to the offices. He had a town to protect. With more growth came more danger to the town.