[b]Floyd - Camp - Jessalyn[/b]

About twenty to thirty minutes later, Floyd returned from the inner woods, reuniting with his bike. He looked around for the girl until his eyes met her location. She had dozed off where she initially was told to remain. As Floyd started towards her, he noticed her condition. Her facial expression, the tears flowing down her cheeks, her body language - all these aspects gave her away. She was most definitely feeling the after effects of abandoning her friend, the after effects of living in the shit hole they currently roam. 

Floyd walked up to her slowly, crouching to meet her. Without saying anything he took her by the arm and helped her stand. He looked at her for a couple of seconds, the wind behind them whistling in harmony. The silence was beautiful, regardless how lonesome it made the scene. Without anymore time wasted, Floyd headed towards his motorcycle, starting to push it further into the woods, heading towards camp. "C'mon, it's gettin' dark" Floyd said softly, his voice rasping neutrally. 

After about three-fourths a mile, the two would reach the camp. Floyd set up a perimeter of string that had cans attached to it. This would make it easy to catch incoming walkers, or anyone for that matter. He left his bike outside if the perimeter, making sure he left it where an escape route was attainable. He marked trees with his trench knife so he would know the way back to the tracks. The cans had been filled with food, but in need of protection, he pull all the food into one single container, mixing the different soups, fruits, vegetables, meats, etc. 

"Here, you go ahead and get some rest girl, I'll keep watch" Floyd said without looking at her. He had handed her the only blanket he packed in his bag. The moon was already coming out and the sun had pretty much faded. It would be darker in the woods than it would have been near the tracks, but out there they were vulnerable able to any sort of attack, in the woods, it would most likely be only walkers. "If you get hungry, here, you can have as much as you need" he said, putting his mixed food container next to her. 

Floyd then resumed by laying next to a tree by his bike, a few feet away from her. He just stared at the stars above, as if able to see the universe. It was an amazing sight, though he would most likely never admit it.