[center][h1][color=FFD700]Walter Pierce[/color][/h1][/center]

For no logical reasoning, Walter found himself quietly clapping his hands together towards Nikki, who had been dancing on the street. It was a little random, despite how reminiscent it felt, reminiscent of how things had been back at Dana Point. Even as something that the man simply stomached and accepted as reality, the fact that they once had something to protect, something to make them feel safe; it was gone.

Walter found it difficult to conjure up memories of their past life, he himself only able to recount his family and the certain moments in his walk down adolescence. And when he compared the world of old, how broken and ugly it could have been; he somewhat held an appreciation for how beautiful it had become, in the wake of its ending. Nature was reclaiming her earth, and their sins were personified in the monsters they defended themselves from.

[color=FFD700][b]"I'm thinking we need more supplies,"[/b][/color] Walter suggested, rubbing the side of his head. Fatigue still hammered the man's senses, but he would pull himself through. [color=FFD700][b]"I'm out of water. And now, we have a baby and a dog to feed. Complicates things."[/b][/color]