[i]Shudder[/i] He was pretty much frozen solid in his clothes since he hadn't yet found a place he could stop and dry off. He just didn't care anymore. All he could do was continue walking down the highway. For his entire day he would mumble mindlessly to himself, not even sentences... just random words. "eggs, milk, ammo, Julie, bars, tennis." He was going completely insane. He shivered in his wet clothes, before shakily pulling his backpack from his shoulder and opening it. there wasn't nearly enough food left, and he would soon have to start scavenging for some more food and supplies. He was tired... no exhausted. He sighed, before continuing his mindless mumbling. The croaking moans of a walker were now familiar to him. The sound lurched into his ears and he peered around. One of them was stuck beneath the wheel of a truck. He sighed, before reaching for the bat stuffed into the top of his backpack. He brought it down on the trapped corpse's head several times until he was done. 

He peered inside the vehicle, and tried the handle. It was open. He swung the door open and out fell a dead woman. But she was dead. Her brains covered the windscreen. He pulled the corpse out and searched the interior. Open the glove box he found very little. A few pain killers and cookies. He sighed but was grateful. Closing the truck door he sorted his backpack out and continued down the highway. 

After a while he had to rest. This could be the end for him. It wasn't exactly safe to take a nap here, but he couldn't do anything but drop to the floor and lay against the tarmac. His eyes pinged open at the sound of voices. He bolted upright before skimming to the side of the road and finding some cover. People? They had guns. They weren't safe people. But then again... he gripped his own shotgun. So did he. He decided that it would be best not to startle a group of people with guns in times where the dead came out from nowhere. He held his shotgun up in the air and came out. See? He was totally insane. But then again, he had nothing to lose. "Hey there! You folks friendly?" He made it clear that his shotgun wasn't intended to threaten them. It wasn't like he had any choice either. He needed some help.