Denny opened his eyes slowly, the room before him was blurry, a semi dark blurriness as his eyes adjusted and came alive again. Looking around slowly, methodically, he would view the old cellar he had been napping in. It was the same as when he had passed out, just a small root cellar with a dirt floor and broken down shelving. He didn't know why he expected it to be any different, maybe he just thought one of those large burrowing bugs would come while he was sleeping and take him away. Couldn't exactly say that he minded that fate as morbid as it may have sounded. What did he care? He could be eaten in the next five seconds and not one person would know or even remember he existed. That was always reality really, but with killer monsters being the cause it just seemed to make it all the more grim of an outcome. Rubbing his eyes he would lift himself up as his body cracked in several places, the consequences of old bones and sleeping upright on dirt floors. Disting himself off he approached the workbench where his items were and grabbed at his duffel taking out a single piece of jerky. Chewing it slowly he pulled an old map out of his bag and opened it across the table turning on a flashlight.

The entire map was one big marked up piece of paper, sircles, x's, lines, there was literal canvas of explored areas and other places marked Shelter and some were just marked KEEP AWAY in big bold letters. Denny would grunt as he swung the flashlight around the map and located his current area, he wasn't too far outside of a small town, maybe half a mile. His next stop was to a small store in the town, he needed provisions or at least something anyways. He really didn't want to approach one of the shelters, in fact he preferred to avoid them all together unless he had to and most of the time it was to ask about Norman. People in those shelters see you and all of a sudden someone wants something from you because your not afraid to walk outside the walls. He wasn't a ranger but people often thought him one given his rough appearance. Ever since this all started he had dropped a good amount of weight and he was way more grizzled now than he used to be, a new look with his new personality he supposed.

Sighing to himself he drew a line to the town and circled it indicating he had yet to search it. He would have to be careful, town were often hotbeds for bugs sometimes, people were always trying to scavenge or what not. This often attracted attention and most used guns which drew in even more, another reason he avoided shelters, it was only a matter of time before the bugs found a way to get in and destroy whatever or whoever was inside. Placing the marker back in his bag along with the map he took a swig of his water and hooked it back onto his bag before tightening the strap on his machete. Placing his old faded stetson on his head he approached the barred up entrance and listened quietly for anything that could be moving outside of it. Doing this for at least a minute until he was satasfied nothing was out there he removed the bar from the handle of the door and pushed on open slowly, peaking his head out, he looked left, right and than above himself before leaving the safety of the cellar.

The hot air hit him almost instantly, it was early but the air was already heating up or maybe he just never liked the heat. He slowly made his way around the house to where a large bike was laying on the ground. Bending down he picked it up and got on top of it. Adjusting his dirty glasses on his nose he looked ahread on the road and sighed... another day. Pushing off from the ground he headed for the town just ahead of him.