The woods that surrounded you and Eli were an unsettling degree of quiet that hadn't seemed to sit right with him as he set up the concealed camp. He hadn't let you go to explore or trap, determined to keep you right by his side. You could call him paranoid, but how paranoid were you really during an apocalypse. "I don't like these woods..." He mumbled gruffly as he tied up his long brown mop of hair that cascaded down his broad shoulders.