Jax stared at the ground, his machete, covered in dried blood and rust was in his hand, a decapitated geek on the ground. He sighed, slid the blade back into its scabbard on his back and kept walking. His supplies were lacking. His rifle and revolver were on their last load. His food would last two more days, his water, maybe three. He needed to scavenge a city soon. He looked up and down the highway he was on and to the rising sun, before deciding to take off into the woods. He wandered for a bit before noticing the smell of camp fire. He looked up and saw smoke rising from the trees about 30 feet to his right. He crouched and started to stealthily approach the campsite. He hid in the bushes for a bit, careful not to make any noise. He noticed a lone figure sitting by the fire. He emerged from the undergrowth, his blade ready.
"Morning. Mind if i join?" he proclaimed with a hint of false cheerfulness.
"Morning. Mind if i join?" he proclaimed with a hint of false cheerfulness.
