[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=khaki]Victor Bonheur[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://i.imgur.com/BgmBGGL.jpg[/img][/center][hr][hr][center][b]Location:[/b] House off 386 in Overstreet Florida > Heading South > Heading West on Highway 98 > The Wall
[b]Skills:[/b] N/A[/center][hr]
Another restless night had been and gone and Victor awoke to the normal, empty noises that filled his life these days. He'd found an empty house just off of 386 in Overstreet, Florida and had been there for the night. He'd been continuing South for the last 3 months, a few detours along the way had caused him some delays but he always got back in the right direction thanks to his trusty compass. He absentmindedly traced his fingers across the glass surface, feeling the small dents and cracks that had formed through his use of it. He was glad it had lasted this lifestyle on the road. Lifting it gently to his lips, he gave it a light kiss before tucking it back into the collar of his dashing purple shirt.

Grabbing his windbreaker, Victor slid his arms in and shrugged it onto his shoulders before fastening the zipper to his chest. He had checked out what little was left in the house but had found nothing of use except shelter there. It was mid-morning, he'd spent long enough wallowing in his own mind for one day. It was time to keep moving forward. As he grabbed his pack and checked over his knife and walking stick, Victor heard an unfamiliar noise that began to sound closer and clearer. He froze in place for a moment, wondering what it was, it was familiar yet so foreign.

Heading towards the front door, Victor glanced out the side pane window and gaped as the [i]thwump-thwump-thwump[/i] turned out to be an actual, fully functioning, in the god damn air, Helicopter! Fumbling slightly, Victor grabbed his compass and pointed himself in the direction that it was moving. South. He almost smiled, he was on the right track heading towards living, breathing human beings. Just as he got his bearings back, Victor stopped again as he heard the sound of wheels and engines. Keeping himself tucked away, he watched the road as a large truck made it's way after the helicopter, followed by a janky looking school bus - you know the old yellow types? - just trudging along behind it. His eyes could scarcely believe it and then, [i]another[/i] truck followed it to the rear, this time with an armed guard in the back manning a gun. His eyes followed them as they disappeared down the road.

He wasn't sure who these people were, so he wasn't going to go running out and announcing himself to them. For all he knew it could be people like those from Eden or the other horrible groups he'd encountered since the after. As soon as he was happy to go, Victor left the house and took off along the road, heading South in the wake of the first hints of life he had seen in a long time. His scavenger hunt for humanity hadn't ended yet.

Two hours of walking later and Victor reached an abandoned town. Not wanting to risk too much, Victor only went through the town where he saw the tracks from the vehicles from earlier. As he moved further in, he began to hear noises of activity. It was peculiar, almost like a waking dream. He grabbed his canteen and checked how much water he had left. Not too much after his two hours of walking but at least there was some. Taking a small sip, he licked his lips and tucked it away before heading towards the noises and along with the tracks that had been left behind to the highway.

A while further down the road, Victor spotted a giant concrete wall the stretched North and around, how far though he had no idea, and then Southwards as if towards the sea. He continued forward and glanced around as he moved, the wall did reach the coast edge, that was very smart thinking. He swallowed the lump that formed in his throat as he tried to prepare himself for what was behind that wall. His eyes darted across the top of it as he spotted tiny black masses moving around on top. His heart rate quickened and his breath became ragged as he calmed the nerves that began to build. It had to be after noon by now, getting closer to evening maybe. He wasn't too sure, time was not so much an issue these days as just light and night were.

Moving forward, slowly but with purpose, Victor gripped his walking stick in his right hand let his left hang loosely at his side. His eyes took in the view of a large gate blocking the rest of the road from access. His eyes narrowed as he drew closer, wondering what was to come next. He wondered how close he would get before someone would tell him to stop. He was just glad for his walking stick, there was no way they'd mistake him for a Walker at least while he held onto it. It was the little things.
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