The sun was rising as Ivan crawled out of his tent; up with the dawn, to make most of the daylight. He was growing fairly tired though, on a physical level. He hadn't prepared as much as he thought. With any luck though, he would harden in this new life. The lack of companionship didn't bother him too much; he'd lived in an astoundingly small town for years. It was certainly more boring now, though.<br/>The remains of a rabbit Ivan had taken earlier were hung high nearby, fully bled and ready to cook. He piled kindling and wood in a pit, lighting it with a flint and steel. As the fire was picking up, Ivan decided to go see if he could find any more game; there had been tracks for a deer or elk yesterday, nearly faded under brush. If he was lucky, he could find the thing and have meat for weeks.<br/>He was munching on 'crackers' from an MRE, closer to hard-tack than anything else. It would keep him going for a while today. Ivan arrived back at his truck when something stopped him in his tracks. Tracks, specifically. From another person. This was worrying, Ivan had no idea their intentions. Assuring his rifle was loaded, he stalked in the direction the tracks went.