He stalks through the tall dry grasses of what used to be a forest preserve, before the walkers came. He hears a rusting in the treeline and in half a heartbeat his thrown hatchet stops it. Just a squirrel. Another meal, another hide for the winter coat he’s been working on.
Or that might be him in another timeline. For the next few months he’ll more likely be alternating between video games and working out, keeping on top of his grooming in a casual way, and making up for the lack of bonfires with friends with a whiskey scented candle.
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