[center][color=Yellow][h1]Walter[/h1][/color][/center]

An immediate sense of relief washed over him when he realized that the canine wasn't instructed to bite his face off on sight. Walter found it odd to be under the eyes of attention; the only interactions with the living he'd allowed himself to take was when someone was in danger, and even afterwards, he made sure to leave no strings attached.

[color=Yellow][b]"I've been roaming the state for months,"[/b][/color] he answered, seeing no point in lying. [color=Yellow][b]"Time with my last group didn't end so well. So I left, making do with what I scrap and find since."[/b][/color]

The soreness of his throat made it difficult to speak. [color=Yellow][b]"Walter,"[/b][/color] he added almost in urgency, as if he had forgotten his own name. The young man nodded as if to confirm with himself, his thumb grating against his temple. [color=Yellow][b]"Walter's my name."[/b][/color]

[@WildRose]