As a new day dawned on the survivor's encampment, the early morning peace and quiet was broken, as it always was, by the sound of claps and grunted numbers.

"Forty-eight..." Nick breathed as he pushed his body off the dirt, quickly bringing his hands up to clap beneath him, then throwing them out to catch his fall. "Forty-nine... fifty." The bare-chested man sat in the dirt, sweat dripping down his face, forcing air into his lungs with every breath. It had to be said that at least as far as motivation to stay in shape went, the apocalypse beat the absolute hell out of a new-years resolution. There was no place for cubicle mice in the new world, Nick had realized early on - if you wanted to have any damn fun with this shit at all, you had to be strong; which is why he began every morning at the crack of dawn with a routine of push-ups, sit-ups, and jump-roping. Well, that and the fact that there was often little else to do.

Bored, Nick rose to his feet and brushed the dirt off his track pants. Casually, he reached into his tent and produced his current weapon of choice. He went through weapons fairly quickly, either due to them breaking or just getting bored with them, but the well-sharpened fire axe he'd taken to keeping under his pillow had yet to disappoint. 

The shirtless man began spinning the weapon around with obvious irreverence for its sharpness, testing the weight and feel of it and discovering that it was, in fact, exactly the same as when he'd put it down last night. His stance shifted and he began to swing the weapon, spinning it in wide arcs and doing battle with a host of imaginary undead. Boredom. It'd been two days since his last zombie kill, and even that hadn't been a good one - just one single swing right to the neck as it sprinted at him. The body hadn't even skidded very far! Nick was getting antsy - he needed something to get his blood pumping again.

Resting the weapon on his shoulder, Nick padded off to where Anastasia was sitting with Lara. "Morning," he said, giving the girls a broad smile. "Hope everybody slept well, sweet dreams and everything. You got anything out there for me?" The man yawned and gestured casually to the woods with his axe.