Wayne observed the 3 survivors making their way to the survivor base. Two of them looked like they were military pilots. One of the military pilot-types seemed to be wounded, and was being carried along. Wayne could have sworn there might have been another survivor in that mix somewhere, but no. Just 3 of them. Either one of them got killed out there or Wayne was losing it a bit. Either way, it didn't look like he was going to take anything from the nearby camp the survivors set up. Too risky. Now to get out of this house without being seen. Might have to wait around a bit.

While waiting for the survivors to pass, Wayne looked around the house a bit. All the food was gone, and most of the furniture had already been taken by the survivor group nearby to fortify their base. All he was able to find was a plastic bag and some shards of glass... wait. Wayne thought for a moment. Perhaps he could use the plastic bag and shards of glass for stealthy kills if he needed to. Cover some unlucky bastard's face with it and shake them around. But then Wayne thought a little more. Nah, wouldn't be a good weapon. The best they would do is cut up somebody's face a bit, and the shards of glass would probably rip through the bag and make it useless for suffocation. Besides, he already had his hatchet.

Wayne, forgetting to check to see if the survivors had passed, went out of the house. But just as he did, a bit of rustling came from some bushes nearby. And before Wayne could react to it, a cougar came sprinting out of it and it pounced on Wayne. The large cat scratched Wayne's right arm, leaving some nasty cuts, and Wayne yelled out in a mixture of pain and anger. Now that he was really pissed off, he tackled the cougar to the ground, putting it in a chokehold while he got his hatchet out. And he hacked away at the cougar's face, leaving it a bloody pulp by the time he was done.

Wayne got up, panting heavily and seemingly ignorant of the wound he had on his arm, which was bleeding a fair bit. Wayne needed some bandages, which he had at his camp in Tenaja Canyon, but at the same time his berserker-like yelling and rage with the cougar attack was bound to attract the attention of the survivors nearby, and maybe even some walkers too if he was having a really bad stroke of shit luck.