Buck lay in the branches of a tree. Lazily puffing away at his cigar. Suddenly there was a loud "SNAP" followed by a low moan. Buck glanced over the field where he had set his snare. At first it appeared he had caught a person instead of a rabbit, but as he watched closer he noticed the person was missing an arm and blindly trying to crawl forward despite his foot being caught.

"Goddamn...things." He muttered under his breath. Now he would have to find a new place to hunt. He looked at over the land to see where might prove better hunting. Since the outbreak, Buck had to learn he couldn't just "go" anywhere. He had to analyze and contemplate his every move. As he scanned the distance he saw two figures on horse back. They were several miles from each other so were probably not together.

"Wonder where they're going, or if they're even living. Only thing out that way is Thieve's Landing." With that though Buck slowly descended the tree and got onto his horse. He decided to follow them at a safe distance while he looked for better hunting ground. Hell, maybe since the outbreak Thieve's Landing was a safe haven. Only one way to find out.