[NAME]: Calvin McIntyre
[LOCA]: Walking outside.
[INVT]: Shard of glass with gauze handle, broken compass, clothes, gauze
[OBJV]: Find a source of civilization.
[DESC]: Dirty, blackened bandanna wrapped around face and neck, striped T-shirt, khaki shorts. Tall, about 6'4", skin and bones thin.
Holding my shard of glass tightly in my hands, I walk slowly down the road. I quickly survey my broken compass, which has always pointed southwest no matter the circumstances. I keep it strapped to my wrist with velcro as a reminder to always move forward. I begin to ruminate when I begin to hear faint voices. Was it a hallucination, or were there actually people nearby? I begin to hold the shard of glass even tighter, and move up to a wall, just barely touching it. The voices become even louder as I peek around a corner down a back alley. A lone RV sits in the alley, and I begin to see movement through the rear window. I walk into the alley, and toward the RV, turning the shard into a slashing position.
