[b]Mitchell ST SW
Atlanta, Georgia
United States[/b]


Silence, it was the eerie silence of the world that took so much getting used to. All the times where he had wanted silence, where he wanted all the noise from cars, plains, horns, and people to just go away. But now, everything was much more quiet...noise...noise had just become another enemy, another means to lead to another bloody end at the hands of monsters. But still, despite the danger of noise Deven couldn't deny that he missed all the sounds that filled the air before this madness all started. Sure sometimes the silence was beautiful and down right even welcoming. Other times he just wanted it to leave, he wanted to be back in that distant place where the world was so very loud.

Though today unlike almost every other day for these past two and a half months, where he would wake up to silence, he instead awoke to the patter of rain. The morning light was barely able to reach through the cloud coverage and around the barricade he had over the window, which was in reality, just an armoire tipped into the window ensuring no easy access nor a clear view of the room. He pushed himself up resting his upper body weight on his left hand as he rubbed his eyes with his right, brushing away any sleep that formed in the corners of his eyes.

Once done rubbing his eyes he dropped his arm back down and held himself up as he gazed about the room blinking his eyes as he did. The room was almost entirely dark thanks to the overcast day and to the armoire blocking what little light broke through the clouds. The rest of the room sat in a state of disarray, there were bits of debris of shattered glass and wood from broken picture frames, clay and glass chunks from broken vases and a plethora of other things laying across the floor including one baby sock, which Deven had found crumpled up in the middle of the room the night before. Whenever he looked at the sock he refused to think of what the fate of the it's owner may be.

In the corner of the room farthest from the door, which he had blocked with a dresser the night before, was a small area Deven had cleaned for himself and his gear. It was a fairly poor cleaning job as it mostly just involved him brushing away any debris he could find in the dark of night with his foot, but it did the job of giving him a relatively flat area to lay out his bedroll. Deven moved his tongue around in his mouth as he realized just how dry his mouth was, figuring he must have slept with his mouth open the night before he reached for the canteen sitting atop his backpack. Grabbing the metal bottle and unscrewing the lid, Deven proceeded to take a long fulfilling sip before lowering the canteen from his lips and sighing dishearteningly as he shook the now very nearly empty canteen.

"Damn" He mumbled. Talking to himself, at least in small little comments, was a habit he had been developing over these past two-ish months. It wasn't necessarily a bad habit as it helped him to keep his sanity and to remember the sound of his own voice, even though it may be seen as odd to some people, but in all honesty in this crazy fucked up world, who wasn't at least a little "strange" or "odd"?

After pulling himself out of his little bed, Deven pulled his pack towards him and began fishing through it for one of his four water bottles. Quickly finding one he unscrewed the cap and poured it's contents into his still opened canteen being extremely careful not to spill a single drop. After finishing the pour he gentle shook the canteen testing it's water levels, he could easily fit another full bottles worth of water in there, but after sparing a nervous glance at his remaining three bottles he instead elected to screw the caps back on and return the empty water bottle to his pack. He had found over time that keeping his canteen less then full helped him to conserve water, though he still made sure that he kept himself hydrated, he just had to make sure that he did so to the minimum in order to make his supplies last, that was at least until he could find more water. 

Pushing himself up off the floor, Deven returned his canteen to it's usual place at his side connected to his belt before making his way to the window of his little shelter. He peered through the small crack of window on the edge of the armoire, scanning the immediate area for threats. Immediately he spied the forms of two undead which he had taken to just calling infected, an ironic term considering they were all already infected. The two infected were shuffling through the grassy field between his shelter and a row of trees that separated this apartment complex's yard from the next complex's yard. Through the trees he was able to spot at least one other infected in the yard of the next complex, other then that he was unsure. But these three infected where not the goal of his little scouting, no, beyond the next complex's yard was a street, the two being separated by another row of trees. On the far side of that street just barely visible through the trees was a sign for a "Northside Grocery". This had been the entire reason he had elected to sleep in this area, the other night he spied what he thought might have been a grocery store, but he was unwilling to risk the possible venture at night where he would mostly be relying on moonlight and flashlight to guide his way so instead he elected to backtrack slightly and find a place to rest.

Now during the day and thanks to a lucky pick of lodging Deven was able to clearly see the sign, which had been nearly invisible in the darkness of night, and could even make out the entrance to the local market despite the rainy overcast. Smiling happily to himself Deven turned back to his gear and he began rolling up his bedroll before returning it to it's spot near the top of his backpack. Once that was done he did a quick sweep of the area making sure he didn't miss anything before reaching into his still opened back and pulling out one of his granola bars putting it in his pocket. After that he zipped up the opened pockets and stood, lifting the pack with him before putting it on, making sure it was nice and tightly secured as he did. 

Once he was certain he had everything and was ready he reached into his pocket and pulled out the granola bar, "Here's to a hopefully lucky haul." He silently said before opening the bar and taking a bite.