For Elijah is new life was one of traveling. Now-en days he had to focus on survival and rarely got a moment to relax. He had been walking since the start never sticking in one place for to long. He had become a wanderer. He now currently traveled on a abandoned highway, all around him were abandoned vehicles with the occasional military vehicle. For now he would pay no heed to any loot unless it caught his eye otherwise he ignored it. 

Elijah was currently walking a reasonable pace in his left hand he had a walking stick he used as a tester of sorts and occasionally used to be the walkers away from him. Mainly though it was used to test objects such as wood if it could hold him or just in general to help him walk. In his right hand he was taking drags on a e-hookah that he had looted a few weeks earlier. He was smoking perhaps his favorite flavor currently which was purple haze and unsurprisingly it had a grape flavor to it. 

Elijah had been walking for quite sometime now. He saw a section of space cleared on the highway. This spiked his interested most of the highway had been packed but from here up there was enough room to drive a car through. Elijah stopped walking and looked around he saw the odd walker shuffling toward him. Elijah decided to take a look around this area to see if he could spot anything of interest. First though he would have to deal with the walker. Elijah put away the hookah he had and pulled out his bowie knife that was strapped to his leg. The walker was a lot closer now. Elijah rested his walking stick next to a maroon grand am. Elijah approached the walker. The walker went to grab him but Elijah sidestepped it and brought his foot crashing down upon the walker's knee, as the walker stumbled onto the ground Elijah brought his knife up to the back of the walker's head ending it. Once that was done Elijah cleaned the knife off on the tattered clothing it wore, then sheathed his knife. 

Elijah then walked back to where he placed his walking stick, grabbing it he went over to the nearest pickup truck. Making sure there were no dead inside Elijah opened the tail gate. With aloud snap the tail gate snapped off and fell to the ground with a resounding crash. Elijah looked around silently cursing himself. He hoped no one or nothing had heard him. He slowly got in the bed of the truck and sat down. He took off his hiking backpack and his rifle. Opening up the back pack he dug around till he found his can opener and one of the random cans of food. Once it was open he started to eat.