Rey sat up quickly with his forehead drenched in sweats. His breathing was heavy and his heart beat was racing. He eyed his surroundings and calmed down after a couple of seconds. "Another bad dream," Rey muttered under his irregular breathing. There was nothing hostile around him, but he decided to scan the area again. Nothing, thank God. This was another sleep uninterrupted by the creatures of the wasteland; a blessing that Rey never takes for granted.

	Rey happened to be in the shade that was given to from an abandoned building; however, he could still tell it was immensely bright. The sun was probably at his highest so there was the assumption that it might be the afternoon. Climbing up to his feet, he stretched his legs and arms out. Afterwards, he dropped down to the floor to do a quick set of ten push-ups and sit-ups. A daily routine he does to ensure his body never loses its mojo.

	"I really need to find a sleeping bag. A blanket or something," Rey complained. He adjusted his neck and popped it after his uncomfortable sleep. He strapped on his backpack and started walking forward. "Now to find out where the hell I'm at."