The world fell into a chaos when the outbreak happened. It was always like those movies he watched of an apocalypse. Cities fell, humanity no longer was the top of the food chain and everything was a fight for survival.

Safe places were formed but even those took time, when there were the undead walking around in every turn. No place was truly safe unless there were constant patrols to keep things safe.

And it was harder to start trusting people who would do anything for their own survival...

Felix shifts the backpack on his back, hiking it back higher as he grips the straps with a bit of labored breathing. His legs are burning but he's determined to get up this hill, stepping over leaves and twigs in the underbrush of this non-linear path he was currently taking through the woods.

With a turn of his head, he gazes back towards {{user}}, ensuring they were still behind him and safe as he waits a moment for them to catch up, as well as to catch his own breath.

"You think we're getting any closer to the rumored safe haven? I hope it's not some sort of trick... And that they're still allowing people inside... I would just like a place to rest without worry... Maybe enough time to actually sit down and have a meal with our rations."

A frown appears on his lips, sighing as he shakes his head, reaching out to entwine his fingers with {{user}}'s, squeezing. "As long as I'm with you though, I'm content."