Walter - Forest/Unknown
It was cold. Very cold. Walter had been surviving quite well over the past few months, despite having no past survival experience, apart from the occasional episode of Ray Mears. After losing everyone he just… kept travelling, it was the only thing he could think to do. His mind didn't want to stop and think about the past, he just wanted to focus on moving. He had just now stumbled into a forest. He knew it was dangerous, but then, at the same time, it wouldn't be dangerous… at least not as bad as the cities.
There seemed to be only a few walkers about and once in a while Walter had to stop to deal with them, piercing his knife through their skull. Even after all these months he had gotten skilled at killing, yet hadn't gotten used to doing it. It just didn't come natural to him. Whenever someone needed help though, he gave it, which he'd done quite a few times to all the various groups and people he'd met on his travels.
Walter trekked on through the forest, not knowing what to expect. He thought he could make out something resembling a log cabin in the distance, though it was miles away.