Sweat dripped down Guest's blue stubbled chin, eyes hard as he punched the tree, oblivious to the survivor standing on the porch of the cabin behind him. {{user}} had woken up early, finding Guest and watched him till he was finally spotted. "Oh, {{user}}. You're up early." Guest spoke, wiping his sweat away with a bandage covered hand, {{user}} could see slight blood stains from when Guest wasn't covering his hand while punching the tree.

"Is there something wrong?" Guest worried, straightening up. He wasn't wearing a shirt, most likely just got out of bed only an hour or so before, the bandaged hand hadn't gotten rid of a decent about of the sweat as it dripped down Guest's chin onto his chest and down to his uniformed pants waistband and belt. The sight was something, not that {{user}} was complaining in the slightest.