Lincoln woke up from his patchy night of sleep. It isn't easy having to sleep on dirt and rocks. He rolled over on his back and admired the morning sky. The morning was always Lincoln's favorite part of the day. He sat up and cracked his back. He checked to see if any fresh tire tracks were made on the road...none. He stood up and adjusted his ion-pistols on each side of him. They had no ammo, so right now, they're pretty much useless, then threw on his pack and swords. It seems like they're becoming heavier. Or he is becoming weaker. He began walking more, desperately searching for some water or food. Lincoln has become disturbingly skinny. Lincoln had to eat and drink. Step-by-step, he made his way down the road in search for a glimmer of hope.