He took another tired glance at the watch, though it was mostly for the sake of doing something other than placing his foot in front of the other. It had been a while since he actually needed the device to tell the general time, right now he could do as much from the sun’s position; three months’ time was a long time to adjust after all. The road was largely empty as far as he could see, with only the occasional abandoned or crashed vehicle here and there. It had been days since Nathan had last seen an individual, human or demon. As far as he could tell most people and invaders stuck to centers of populations, though he had seen a few roaming bands of Demons; he was never was unlucky or careless enough to actually run into one.

Having been on the walk since he woke up at the crack of dawn after a small breakfast, Nathan decided it was time to take a small break. There was a pileup of cars ahead, the abandoned and broken vehicles would serve better than simply taking a seat out on the open road. A hand raised to adjust the army cap on his head, while the large camp pack was adjusted ever so slightly so it sat on his shoulders comfortably again. With that done, hard boot soles hit the heated asphalt again as he made his way over towards his break point, occasionally sipping from his bag’s water bladder.

The various vehicles were in states of varying damage, but they all seemed to have burned out their alarms at the least. Nevertheless he still chose one with its doors wide open just as a precaution. Unhooking the waist strap, he slid the backpack off and placed it near his feet on the street as he took a seat in the driver’s seat, legs out the door and feet still on the ground. It was a welcome break after several hours of marching, and despite being exposed to the elements, the seat was still comfortable. Slipping a half-eaten energy bar from his pocket, Nathan finished the rest of it off and crammed the wrapper into the seat through where the covering had torn and exposed the stuffing; no sense in leaving any trace he had been here after all. Stretching a bit, it was nice to move around without the heavy pack for a while. 

The break would have been perfect if the constant tug to keep moving wasn’t there in his head. Whatever it was had appeared three months ago with the Demons and the urge had only grown as the months passed. Eventually, a week ago, the nagging sensation had simply grown too much to ignore or put off. He left in the middle of the night, knowing those around him would have never let him go alone, but he couldn’t put them in danger; not because of some sensation in his head he just couldn’t ignore. So here he was, on the road, and a fair bit annoyed that this is what it had taken to get a modicum of peace from the urge in his head. Hopefully, whatever it was driving him on towards would be worth it in the end.