[Jesse is rattled. As if waking up in prison wasn't enough to freak him out, the fucking terrifying zombie horde that'd chased him out had absolutely done the trick. Not that he didn't have some kind of zombie preparedness plan- because let's face it, everyone totally has one of those- but all of his had involved being back in Albuquerque, not... Wherever the hell this is. And so his planning had amounted to precisely dick, the one notable exception being "try not to die." It's been working out so far... But just barely; the axe he's got set next to him is remarkably clean because no matter what the redneck guy on the network had said, he'd been going for the run, not the brain... But after a day of running and precious little food, he's completely wiped.
Really, the only thing he's got going for him is the small fire he's managed to start, just enough to keep him from freezing to death now that it's somehow about twenty degrees colder than it'd been yesterday. How you like his Man vs. Wild marathons now, bitches? He told you it'd come in handy some day. Not that he's anything resembling a woodsman, but it's definitely a fire, and anyone walking this way is bound to smell the smoke.
...Like the walker whose attention he's caught. You know, the one that's headed over to his crappy makeshift not-camp right now...? The one he's completely unprepared to fight off? Yeah.]
23rd!
Really, the only thing he's got going for him is the small fire he's managed to start, just enough to keep him from freezing to death now that it's somehow about twenty degrees colder than it'd been yesterday. How you like his Man vs. Wild marathons now, bitches? He told you it'd come in handy some day. Not that he's anything resembling a woodsman, but it's definitely a fire, and anyone walking this way is bound to smell the smoke.
...Like the walker whose attention he's caught. You know, the one that's headed over to his crappy makeshift not-camp right now...? The one he's completely unprepared to fight off? Yeah.]