Boozer finally broke away from his shift. He glanced down at the prosthetic on his arm as he walked through the camp. He appeared tired, but in reality, he worried for his best friend. Deacon hadn't checked in with Boozer for a few days, almost pushing him to want to go out and find him. Given his condition right now, he knew that wasn't the best idea. Coming up towards the camping area, William looked over at the figure, walking towards them before he sat down.