As much as Jon's legs cried for him to stop, Jon kept walking. He'd been walking for several weeks, and his food supply was starting to run out. He had enough to last him about three days. He had to find more as soon as possible. Surprisingly, finding food still wasn't his main goal. He needed it to survive, but there was something else that was far more important to him. His wife and daughter were in New Orleans when he left for that hunting trip. This was where he was headed. He was starting to think he'd gone the wrong direction, but he was reassured when he saw buildings on the horizon. This was it. He finally made it.