Post by Remy LaCroix on Mar 13, 2015 10:27:29 GMT -5
Remy's footsteps were careful as she walked down the hill on the wet, icy road. She could feel some of the ice breaking up beneath her feet as she walked a lonesome line away from the settlement. Her intention was to only be gone for a few hours while she looked for the right kind of walker to take samples of, however, she knew the reality of what could happen. Getting separated was a dangerous thing that could lead to months of isolation. She had minimal supplies of a little food and water that could get her through a few lean days, but then, if she found herself unable to return, she would need to find her own way. In a weird way, she was okay with that. She had almost given up on the fact she was never going to be able to make her discoveries and she was starting to wonder if her heart was really in it anymore. Why should she care? She wasn't out to save the world, she was merely trying to satisfy her own curiosity.
And keeping her mind busy was a great way to make the time pass.
She was able to get about a mile away before she saw a break in the snow covered banks that led into the woods. She reached out for a few exposed roots to help her step up into the wet break and her boots sank slightly into the mud. The silence was nearly jarring. No planes, no cars, not even any birds as she took note of the isolation of where she really was. She knew, very well, that once she was off the road she would be lost to anyone trying to find her. She turned her head to look back towards the settlement and when she saw nothing down the road, she continued her path.
She pushed away twigs and knocked away some excess snow to leave a deep groove with the heel of her boot in the mud that was the shape of an arrow that pointed towards the road. At least, if she found this, she would know where to get back on the road. She would have to leave herself some markers with the machete that dug into a few trees, separating bark from trunk. It was a man-made marker that would be easy to recognize. The carvings were deep and certainly not natural looking as she carved her way through the woods, deeper down towards the edge of the lake. She hoped she could come across some cabins or fishing camps that could have a walker or two inside that she could hack up and get those samples she needed.
It was a slow go, but she had all the time in the world.
And keeping her mind busy was a great way to make the time pass.
She was able to get about a mile away before she saw a break in the snow covered banks that led into the woods. She reached out for a few exposed roots to help her step up into the wet break and her boots sank slightly into the mud. The silence was nearly jarring. No planes, no cars, not even any birds as she took note of the isolation of where she really was. She knew, very well, that once she was off the road she would be lost to anyone trying to find her. She turned her head to look back towards the settlement and when she saw nothing down the road, she continued her path.
She pushed away twigs and knocked away some excess snow to leave a deep groove with the heel of her boot in the mud that was the shape of an arrow that pointed towards the road. At least, if she found this, she would know where to get back on the road. She would have to leave herself some markers with the machete that dug into a few trees, separating bark from trunk. It was a man-made marker that would be easy to recognize. The carvings were deep and certainly not natural looking as she carved her way through the woods, deeper down towards the edge of the lake. She hoped she could come across some cabins or fishing camps that could have a walker or two inside that she could hack up and get those samples she needed.
It was a slow go, but she had all the time in the world.