I close my eyes, hoping that when I open them again everything will be back to normal. My eyes flutter open and I stare at the dull white ceiling of my RV. I heaved out a sigh, knowing that was going to be another day of almost dying trying to survive. After laying in bed for a few seconds longer, I get up. I gather my weapons before heading out of the RV. I look at my crossbow cradled in my arms and sigh. A rustle in the bushes pulls me from my memories. Quickly the crossbow is up in the air, aiming in the direction of the noise. I could only hope that it wasn't a walker. It wasn't. A buck limps out from the bushes and a small smile slips across my lips. It was the first creature I've come across that didn't want to kill me. Just as I thought that, I saw that it had a yellow and red arrow lodged in its side. It wasn't a fatal wound, but it probably hurt like hell. I lowered the crossbow. I couldn't help but feel bad for the animal. I slowly approached the buck, it watched me carefully but made no attempt to run. I got the arrow in my hand and snapped it, the buck whined in pain and I stroked his fur in an attempt to calm it down and thankfully it worked I shooed it off into the forest once again and it took off without a trace of it ever being here except for the faint tracks it left. I walked the way the buck came from and when I got 30 minutes into the walk, I could swear that I heard voices. They got later the more I walked. It sounded like people arguing, I couldn't help but think that they were idiots for fighting.