The sun was slowly setting to Red's back as he continued his journey to the nearest trade post. A light breeze would pass by refreshing Red from his tiredness momentarily. The nights were the dangerous part the journey for that's when the creatures of the night  would come out. With limited ammo left in his shotgun and 45. Red knew his chances of survivor would be limited if he got surrounded.<br/><br/>His legs felt like bricks with every step he took as his mouth was as dry as the Arizona desert though he continued to march on. His brown eyes would glare off in the distance hoping to spot the next trade post for he couldn't remember the last time he laid down without worrying about waking up half buried under sand.  Running his hand through his hair slightly rough, Red could see the sand that dropped from his hair like snow falling the day before Christmas. With his other hand he pulled out a small map he had bought for two gold coins. "The trader mentioned that if I continue going in this direction I should find the next village in three days." Red then kicked the light brown sand around him before looking around. "Three days huh HORSE SHIT!" Red yelled at the top of his lungs in anger. "Last time I get advice from an old cout." Red said before walking once more.