If the sun wasn't up, then there was a good chance that Eli wasn't either. He laid flat on his stomach, sprawled out across his cot with his pillow clutched with both arms. His mouth hung slightly agape, a soft snore coming from his nostrils. He was completely oblivious to the loud knocking on his door. With the man being a heavy sleeper, and a mostly deaf one at that, it took a lot to rouse him. 

It was about an hour later than Eli finally got up, his stomach waking him. The man opened his eyes and sat up to stretch, groaning as his stiff muscles moved. The little cot he called a bed wasn't the most comfortable, and often left him sore here or there. It was nothing he couldn't work out with a little morning run. Eli slid out of bed and trudged into kitchen of his small home and began pulling breakfast together. A nutrition bar, only a month past expiration, some cheese with a little mold that he could cut off, a couple plums, and a cup of dry cereal. Eli slumped into the single chair that sat at his kitchen table and began to eat.

He was halfway through his cereal cup when he spotted the paper that had been shoved under his door. Whoever had been trying to get his attention that morning must have given up. Eli got up from his chair and cross the room to pick the paper up. His eyes scanned over his quickly. A meeting? A mission? It [i]had[/i] been a little while since he'd made himself useful. Eli shoved the paper in his pocket and quickly went to get dressed. The paper said they had a couple hours before they left, but who knows when it had been delivered. 

He pulled on a sweatshirt, his jeans, and then his boots. Eli rummaged around in his supplies for a bit before he found his favorite knife, bow, and quiver with arrows. As he headed out the door, he grabbed the remaining plums off the kitchen table. A snack for the road.