Drowning 2

Guess I'm going left. It's the smartest move considering right goes towards Charleston. I will stick to the woods, follow the trail. I use to be able to hear 4wheelers roaring through the worn dirt, but not any more. They either wised up or were eaten. It doesn't matter one way or another to me. Every now and then I will find a torn backback or a camp site. I check the backpack for supplies and make sure the site is abandoned. Routine, to the point, no messing around. I've become somewhat of a scavenger. Doing what I need to stay alive. I sleep in the highest branches of the tallest tree, and wake to find three or four flesh eaters at my feet. Clawing, snapping their unholy jaws at the sight of a potential meal....me.