Malcom came across a small cave, which was more of just an overhanging rock, but would allow him to get out of the wind at least.
He didn't build a fire, didn't want to attract attention from any of the Muties.
He wiped his eyes, fighting back the tears, he had a chance to live a peaceful life with a new family, and he threw it all away.
Slapping himself in the forehead over and over, wondering what the fuck was he thinking.
That night, he cried himself to sleep, something he hasn't done since he lost his first family.
Sometime in the middle of the night, near early morn, he got up to relieve himself.
Leaning against a tree, trying to keep himself awake, so he don't piss on himself.
[i] Was that a snap of twigs, i just heard?[/i]
Malcom turned his head to look behind him, and caught the rifle butt across his head.
"I got the son of bitch!, over here!"yelled out the outlander.
Two more men came a running,  "Quit your damn hollerin Fred."
Zeke , the bigger man of the three, kicked the body over onto his back.
"Don't look anything like the fella from the description , lil Billy told us bout."
"I'm telling you, it's  him, i know it is."replied Fred.
"Alright, tie him up and lets hurry on back before any monsters show up from all Fred's yelling."ordered Zeke.