[i][b]Conner[/b][/i]
	
	Conner walked along the road heading, somewhere.  His van had run out of gas a few miles back and without any family who cared he didn't have a plan.  His shirt was a cruel reminder of how fucked this all was yet he trudged on determined to find something. He had a purpose, everyone did, he just needed to find his.  He held the strap to his crossbow up since it had been rubbing on his chest all day as he walked his knife held in his left hand.  He felt oddly okay and he couldn't explain it.  Yesterday he was losing his shit over this all but apparently he'd regained his composure.  

	His little happiness was interrupted by the sight of one of the dead, internally wincing at the sight he stepped forward raising his knife before gripping the what used to be a woman's shoulder and slamming his knife into the side of her head pulling it back out and letting her fall.  He wiped the blood off his cheek with a gag before he started walking again. 

	Maybe he could find a bike?  A bike would be pretty nice in this situation.  He pushed the thought to that woman out of his head before hearing a noise off in the distance, more walkers?  He took to staying closer to the buildings as he started his way into some city, maybe he would find someone here that wasn't dead.  That sure would make his day a whole lot better just seeing a face that didn't want to just eat your flesh.  Then again a person could be just as dangerous as one of those things, hopefully he wouldn't run into any problems.  

	His eyes looked over at one of the dead slowly shuffling down the side of a wooden fence.  He made his way hugging the side of the house and crouching for a moment just letting the thing pass, there were more behind him, and Conner could hear the slow shuffling of feet.  He just hoped they wouldn't notice him, his mind focused on what was going on around him before he heard the sound of more footsteps.  He froze for a moment to think was there a walker in the back yard, most likely.  Then he stopped the footsteps weren't shuffling like the others, sticking his head around the corner he saw, a person.  An honest to god person.  This made him feel much better.

	He watched as someone entered a house pushing open a sliding door, he thought about saying something but stopped himself.  Who just has a nailed bat sitting around?  Unless this guy made that thing just awhile ago, did he even have time to do that.  Conner just watched him disappear into the house planning to listen for a bit.  Still it was nice to see someone, alive.