"Welcome to Siberia! Home on the range. Great place for the family. Remembering to look for your friends, they're the ones who have all that good sausage. It should be noted however that this place is full of wild animals and who knows what sort of things they've been up to. Most of them have used the trains tracks to travel between the city remnants, though even those aren't too reliable due to the REAL SOVIET DAMAGE!"<br/><br/>And that was just some of the things those voices said. As far as Rock Hammer cared to listen, they were talking about the weather. The snow falling around him would have made him chilly if he had not covered himself in the skins of various wild dogs. At least his voices were right about that; lots of wild animals here, most of them feral or mutated dogs. Either too desperate to avoid him or too insane, but either way it only took a few swings of the Rock Hammer for Rock Hammer to deal with them. It was a shame too. He liked dogs.<br/><br/>Rock Hammer was heading north. Now where north was towards depended on where he was south, which he didn't know either. It was certainly warmer though. He had been walking for about seventeen days if he was keeping track of time, and most of his food supplies have long since been used up. Rock Hammer had been mostly eating the remains of the wild dogs that attacked him, but that was a week ago. He was down to his last one, which was frost-bitten and partially decayed. But food was food. And Rock Hammer was always hungry.<br/><br/>"Cash is always tight. How long are you going to keep working at school? You need to get your education boy! I heard that you can find some nice root veggies even in the snow, but you need to really dig deep. It's not always so icy you know? Blood boils at around 170 degrees and that's a good time to start adding the spices. If you can find the right tree, it might even have a rabbit."<br/><br/>The hulking beast stopped in the midst of a grove. When he arrived in a forest Rock Hammer was uncertain. He had been listening to the voices on the off chance that one of them had something useful to say. He looked around seeing all the red trees, which clashed against the white background. Than again he wasn't exactly stealthy either; his dog hide cloak might have been able to get some snow to stick onto him, but his sickly yellow-green skin made him look even more noticeable surrounded by the blood red trees. That's when he remembered something one of the voices said, something about looking for a rabbit at a tree.<span style="font-weight: bold">"Well... There are a lot of trees here. Maybe I'll get lucky."</span><br/><br/>Rock Hammer continued to walk, focusing his senses on looking for a rabbit. He guessed he'll eat it if he finds it. But rabbits are cute.