"Damnitalltohell." The tall man muttered under his breath as he watched the boat sailing off. If only his motorcycle hadn't have shitted the bucket on him yesterday, he could have made it here in ample time. But no, it just had to go and run out of gas, and with no fuel around...he was forced to walk.  And now he's missed the accursed boat.<br/><br/>As he drew closer, he had stopped to read the notice. He hmms quietly to himself, and quickly took out a small pen and pad of paper, and jotted a note down; the coordinates and location. It might come in handy if he could find a boat himself, and, ideally, someone to pilot the damn thing.<br/><br/>Their's got to be other survivors around here somewhere, he figures. Maybe he can hook up with them. Then again, the infected are likely to be crawling all over the place, too...and the immune might be even more of a threat, depending on their temperament and other factors.<br/><br/>The leather of his jacket creaked as he shrugged his shoulders. He wore leather chaps, leather, steel-toed boots, a white muscle shirt, and a padded leather jacket over it. He also had knee and elbow pads, plus a motorcycle helmet with a tinted visor.  The leathers are old, and have a few stains on them, but they were solid, lightweight protection. Chewing through leather was a very difficult thing to accomplish.<br/><br/>Not that he expected to get too close to them. That's what his shortbow and arrows were for. He liked the shortbow better than a longbow, and it was a simple composite one, not a compound bow. Compound bows might pack more punch but were also harder to handle. A longbow might give him better range, but it also was more difficult to wield, and not as good closer up. His shortbow, however? Perfect for what he needed, for what he preferred.<br/><br/>A quiver of arrows hangs from his belt, nearly overstuffed with wooden arrows. The tips are sharpened wood, not as great as metal, but they still packed quite a punch.<br/><br/>Keeping at the ready to fire it off should he be accosted, he began to slowly move around the city, trying to find a store. He figured that many of them would be looted by now, but maybe he could find some goodies. He also assumed other survivors would have the same idea.