The sky was a cloudy, overcast blue with a few thick, heavier ones hinting at signs of a rain coming. Richard moved through the trees, skirting over the thick roots to avoid tripping. He rubbed his face, the small stubble feeling rough beneath the callused tips of his fingers. Frowning, he paused at the top of the hill. He could see the faint scars of smoke lingering in the sky. Judging the distance, he set off down the hill.
That smoke could only mean one thing, survivors, and desperate to find company he paced himself. The miles seemed to eat away the daylight until a faint twilight lit the sky. The beautiful sunset was painted beautiful, breathtaking hues of green, yellow, and purple. Sighing, he stopped to admire the beauty of it. The sunset faded to black, and the stars began to dot the sky. First one, and then hundreds until straining his neck, he couldn’t see the end of them.
He settled down on to the soft, dry ground and began to set up camp. He began piecing together his tent, taking care to avoid breaking the valuable pieces. His tent set up, and a warm fire illuminating the surrounding forest, he settled down with a sturdy oomph. Adjusting his posture to something more comfortable, he took the pot out of his back pack and place it on the fire. Reaching back into his pack, he removed a can of beans and using his hunting knife he popped open the lid and emptied the contents into the pot and settled down to wait. After a couple of minutes, he scooped the beans out with a spoon and began eating. With a startled curse, he spat out the first bite upon burning his tongue.
Having finished eating, he settled within his sleeping bag and watched the stars. With a steady grip on his pistol's stock, he fell into a dreamless sleep...