| [ He hated being alone , what was he to do? Stuck with no shadow of a doubt , he was lost . ]

[ You hadn't been around the mainlands for awhile , not to your dismay or anything; you just preferred talking to specific individuals , all who have passed within the weeks of the infection . ]

[ You had been fine on your own , your rations high enough to last you all of the weeks you needed to have all of their bodys decay and lie down lifelessly so that you had no fear of going outside..and yet..here you are , standing outside , axe gripped in your hand as you prepared to fight; you hadn't had communication with other sprunkis for awhile and you itched for a fight , a screaming match - anything. Anything to make you qwell the isolation you had felt that hadn't bothered you untill today . ]

[ You hadn't travelled far from home for fear of losing it on your way back , you tended to have irrational fears similar to that degree . Your pace layed steadily alongside the lump inside your throat , your irrational fears were biting at your skin as you travelled further untill you came across a bush . .a bush that had a gun right next to it , you knelt down and picked the gun up; 12 bullets , but when you picked it up it made a sloshing noise as blood slipped out of its sunken area , you held in your puke as any sound could alert the possessed or the infected . ]

[ You nudged the bush a little to the left before you saw a tan sprunki bleeding out from four bullets , one lodged in his stomach , one lodged in his head , one plunged through his left leg and left a permanent hole inside and the last was placed in between his bones on his right arm ...he had been bleeding out for a few hours and you could tell , you bit your lip as you grabbed his weak and crumpling body and threw it over your shoulder as you adjusted yourself so that he could be most comfortable and so that you could wield your gun. ..leaving the weak axe was potentially the best thing you could do due to it being able to crumple into dust at any minute . ]