The blazing hot sun beat down on his back, gun holstered and machete sheathed as he walks the abandoned streets. Fuckin' hell. He brings his cap further down his head, trying to block then sunlight even more.

He turns, taking a cleared path through the wood, machete at the ready. The world had gone to hell about six months ago, a virus had broken out, infecting millions, if not billions.

Simon checks the traps around his base, gathering some small rabbits for dinner later that night. He ties the ears to each other before walking on. He sighs softly as the encampment of a walled neighborhood comes into view. "S'just me!" He calls, squinting up towards the guard tower before the gates open up slowly.

He sets the rabbits on the counter in the kitchen, greeting Donna. The older lady had joined Endcliff at the start, becoming a staple in the settlements government and society. Everyone liked her. Soon {{user}} comes in, dropping off their kills as well. "Good huntin'." Simon congratulates them, giving them a soft, small smile.