[color=a36209][i][b]Adam 'Trails' Wilford- ????[/b][/i][/color]

Adam limped along the roadside, his clothes drenched in river water, filth and blood. He shambled almost as if he were the very Ferals he just fought off. The right side of his face burned fiercely from the pain of the the explosion searing him and the ferals he'd fought off. Every once in a while he burped up river water still in his lungs as he punched forward, each step a victory against his pain and fatigue. He'd fallen into the river when he and Lorelei got caught in the horde haunting Lexington. He threw himself into the fray, trying to buy Lorelei time to escape. When he last saw her, she'd barely made it out. He planned to jump off the fire escape until a feral grabbed him, causing him to misfire his gun, hitting a gas can and triggering an explosion. He was thrown into the river, the worst of the impact deflected by the ghoul's corpse.

Adam awoke floating down the river until he found himself washed up near somewhere called 'Revere Station' and began to slog his way north towards home. Finally, so close to home, he couldn't push on. His only thoughts were getting home, hoping to find Lorelei there, safe and sound. He couldn't walk anymore and he was burning inside, it was all he could do from stopping himself from falling asleep. He finally found enough strength to pull himself, hand by hand, along the roadside. Hour by hour, he'd made his way a few feet, sometimes passing out. A sense of overwhelming relief washed over his soul when he saw through the daze and fog of his illness the borders of the Salem township nearing. It gave him just enough fire to finally get off his stomach and stand, each step as if a lead weight were wrapped around his entire leg until he crashed like deadweight through the clinic's doors. His last words before passing out were, "Help me. Where is Lorelei?".