The rough bark against his relatively muscular back reminded him of the fact that he had fallen asleep up in a tree, and he recalled the events of the past evening again, silently thankful for the fact that he had not fallen out of the tree overnight. That would have been a let down, so to say. It seemed like Dana was still asleep, or slumbering at least. Troy gave himself some time to properly wake up and let his eyes scan the forest. It looked peaceful, with the sun softly illuminating the tall trees and the wind rustling the leaves ever so slightly. It was only when he looked down that that peaceful image was roughly torn asunder by the two zombiecorpses below the tree. Well, you couldn't have it all. Troy continued looking at the treetops. The gnawing sensation of hunger put a bit of a shadow over the lovely morning. These days, the hunger was almost always there, but the mornings were the worst. So far, Troy had often been able to find at least some edible things, so he had not completely starved yet, but by now his body was mostly muscle and sinew and unless something would change drastically, his future didn't look too bright.
If only there was something of a civilisation. Someplace distant. Troy wouldn't mind laboring hard every day, if it meant peace and food on the table.