Post by Deleted on Jul 5, 2015 3:54:10 GMT -5
Jacoby had been walking by himself for quite a long time, and he honestly didn't even know where he was going anymore. He had once thought he knew North Carolina pretty well, but the farther he walked, the more he realized there were many places he'd never been. There were places he hadn't even seen in books, as far as he knew. He was sure he recognized some of them from maps, but any maps he'd had had been lost long ago. He could no longer pull a map out and check it at his convenience. When his group split, he had lost that luxury. He cursed himself silently, knowing in the back of his mind that one of those punks had taken all the maps with them and was probably far better off than he was at that moment.
Jacoby wasn't in great condition. He stopped to fill his bottle with water whenever the opportunity presented himself, but his food supply was scarce. He made do with what he could, whenever he could, but being on his feet for extended periods of time meant that he likely burned off every bite he ate. He could go a while without eating well, but even he had his limits. He was still human, and his body still needed energy to go, and having to run from walkers every so many miles was taking its toll. He soon found he had to stop.
The road he stopped on seemed empty. There was no sign of the living dead, no sign of any abandoned cars, and no sign of life as far as he could see. He wasn't feeling particularly well, so he supposed he could have missed something. Even so, he tried to stay alert. He wondered if he should keep going south. He'd thought staying in North Carolina was a good idea, but it hadn't done much good for him yet. He was sure he could survive for only so long traveling from group to group, and traveling on his own between groups. He didn't know what south would hold for him, though, and he was still holding onto the hope that he could stay in North Carolina and eventually find more people.
He cursed again, his backpack feeling heavier than it had an hour ago. The truth was, he didn't want to leave North Carolina, because he still foolishly believed that that's where his entire life was. Rather, he still foolishly believed he had any kind of life to get back to. Or wanted to believe, anyway. A sound in the distance caught his attention. His hand went mindlessly for his gun. Alive or dead, he wasn't sure. He wondered if he should stick around to find out, or if he should turn and keep walking.
Jacoby wasn't in great condition. He stopped to fill his bottle with water whenever the opportunity presented himself, but his food supply was scarce. He made do with what he could, whenever he could, but being on his feet for extended periods of time meant that he likely burned off every bite he ate. He could go a while without eating well, but even he had his limits. He was still human, and his body still needed energy to go, and having to run from walkers every so many miles was taking its toll. He soon found he had to stop.
The road he stopped on seemed empty. There was no sign of the living dead, no sign of any abandoned cars, and no sign of life as far as he could see. He wasn't feeling particularly well, so he supposed he could have missed something. Even so, he tried to stay alert. He wondered if he should keep going south. He'd thought staying in North Carolina was a good idea, but it hadn't done much good for him yet. He was sure he could survive for only so long traveling from group to group, and traveling on his own between groups. He didn't know what south would hold for him, though, and he was still holding onto the hope that he could stay in North Carolina and eventually find more people.
He cursed again, his backpack feeling heavier than it had an hour ago. The truth was, he didn't want to leave North Carolina, because he still foolishly believed that that's where his entire life was. Rather, he still foolishly believed he had any kind of life to get back to. Or wanted to believe, anyway. A sound in the distance caught his attention. His hand went mindlessly for his gun. Alive or dead, he wasn't sure. He wondered if he should stick around to find out, or if he should turn and keep walking.