𝚁𝚞𝚗 𝚋𝚘𝚢 𝚛𝚞𝚗! 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍 𝚒𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞
At seventeen Sebastian "Bash" Jonsson, has experienced more than most thirty year olds, and he'd experienced less than others his age. He's now twenty-two and this mind has...
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Bash ended up falling into a nightmare plagued sleep on the roof, only waking up when the sun shone into his eyes as it rose.
He sat up with a groan looking around and trying to remember why he's on a roof by a forest. Not on the floor in a city.
"Ya talk in yer sleep. Scared the shit outta me." A gruff voice said beside him. Due to the drowsiness that comes with waking up, Bash didn't recognise Daryl's voice and whipped around to him hand going to his knife.
"God! You almost gave me a heart attack Daryl!" Bash rubbed his face "What did you say?" Daryl rolled his eyes "Said you talk in ya sleep, thought you was possessed or s'mthing"
"Sorry" Bash thought back to his nightmare it was one about his dad "you didn't catch any of what I said, did ya?"
"Nah, mostly just mumbling. You did say s'mething 'bout stabbing someone with a fork. That all I could catch though."
Bash let out a breath like chuckle "Well now I'm awake and thoroughly embarrassed, Imma go huntin' see what I can find"
"A'right, just don't die or whatever" the man shrugged
Almost everyone was still asleep or barely waking up so Bash didn't have any trouble leaving. He took a mental tally of how much game he would aim to catch.
After awhile of thinking he gave up though, he's never had to ration for this many people with so many differences, so he went with 'I'll hunt until my leg starts hurting, then I'll head back and see if I find anything else'. He also planned to look for some materials for a new bow, he broke his last one in half stabbing it though a walker's eye.
He was pissed about that for days, he like that one.
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Bash managed to go for awhile, heading back a bit passed midday (He guessed around there from the sun) and found a good number of branches and things to potentially make a new bow and some arrows.
He almost yelled in happiness when a stray walker have a length of paracord wrapped around its leg.
He was a few paces from camp when he heard the arguing start. Reminds him of home, he lets out a bittersweet laugh to himself.
