November 11, 2017; Day 800.
"It's been nearly four months, and there's no sign of a colony. I'm beginning to think the rumors were nothing but that. The days are getting colder, and the food supply is running out. It's only a matter of time before the winter comes and, with it, chances of survival diminish. It's common knowledge here in the wasteland. With the cold and the wasteland's many dangers, there is a minuscule probability that things will go our way.
She's been traveling with me for a few days, now. I still haven't found out who she is, where she's going, why she's sticking with me. I keep her walking in front of me, hands out - stipulations of travel. I don't want to get too comfortable with her. For all I know, she could be traveling with me to wait for the perfect opportunity. Murder me in my sleep and take my things. To be honest, it's not too far of a cry from a sweet release, and it'd be much better than suffering a day longer, but I can't stop; not now. If I do, everything I've been through would have been for nothing.
There's a small settlement up ahead. From what I've heard, there should be some shelter we could rest up in before moving on. Maybe even some food, if we're lucky.
Still... it never hurts to be on guard; to prepare for the worst."
Riley continued dragging his feet across the cracked tarmac of the dirt-peppered road, keeping his eyes on the girl in front of him for a while as he gripped the 9mm in his right hand. His palms were sweaty despite the cool air hitting him from all around; nervousness, he thought. It'll pass in time - at the very least, it's what he'd hoped. For the moment, he kept up his guard. His eyes were slowly shutting - he didn't want them to shut. He didn't want to sleep. He didn't want...
The sun was setting, and he could see a light in the distance. A settlement, he thought. A shred of civilization. Finally.
They had been walking for hours, and it was evident in the way he moved; slow and with great effort. Riley was always one to cover as much ground as possible within a matter of time. It was basic knowledge to him. If he was going to get anywhere, he needed to move as frequently as he could. Staying in one place too long was rookie mistake, not one he intended to make anytime soon.
"Hey," he called out to the girl in front of him, eyes darting to the right to catch the setting sun. His voice was a little raspy from dehydration, but it carried a significant tone of contention. "I figure that if we're going to be traveling together, you can at least tell me your name."