S’Hraa silently cursed his luck. Though he and the others managed to fend off the raiders, they did make off with most of their supplies and a hefty body count. Now there is just four left and enough food for only a few days at most. At least he managed to eat one of the dead raiders and though it was one of the smaller races, a halfling if he recalls correctly, it will sustain him enough for nearly a week. 

With a new day comes new problems, they would need to scavenge food and fuel before something else befalls them. A fact only reinforced by Zim’s words. S’Hraa needed no time for mourning with the matter at hand being more urgent, not that he would otherwise. 

[color=lightgreen]” And they shall never truly die as long as our hearts continue to beat. We are living on time they gave us and sitting around is a luxury we cannot afford right now. I can go look for something to eat while you all figure out the fuel situation.” [/color] S’Hraa then got up and walked out of sight of the others. Confident in his distance he abandoned walking in favor of slithering, giving his limbs some rest as well as letting him cover more ground. As far as he knows, the others see him only as he wishes to be seen, as a Human. He often had to sacrifice comfort to keep up appearances, his legs were not meant to travel as much as he did recently, and even after sleeping were still sore. The respite, even if it would end up brief, is welcome.

S’Hraa surmised the hotel would certainly have some place for storing and preparing food and after a little bit of searching found the kitchen. Unfortunately, it seemed the place was picked clean long ago and nothing edible remained. But before he could let out a string of obscenities, he detected something nearby. At first, he thought it was one of the others but, after probing the air with his forked tongue, he detected an unfamiliar scent. Dropping low and after a few corners he found a fawn passed out on the ground. [color=lightgreen]” A victim of the dry heat, hopefully it won’t claim us as well. A pity it is like this, I’d prefer something still moving. But I’m good enough for now, the others would need this more than me.” [/color] After ensuring its death with his dagger, he carried it back to where the others were. A handful of hours and all he had to show for it was this small thing, but it’s better than nothing.

[color=lightgreen] “It seems that, this building at least, was picked clean long ago but I did find this fawn. Not much meat on it but it should last us a meal or two. Did we get enough fuel? I’d like to get out of here before this dry weather affects my scales… er skin.” [/color] S’Hraa said, hoping no one noticed his gaffe. [color=lightgreen] “Speaking of the heat, how is our water situation? Did we manage to get away with any?” [/color] He added, in an attempt to distract from his mistake as well as being a genuine concern. Though he like any snake was well suited for going long periods without water, he figured the others probably would not last half as long as himself. He did not like having to rely on others but he would need to put his trust in them to survive the coming days, weeks, or however long it will take. And he can’t trust the dead to do anything but rot.