Andrew Wheeler

a year after He roamed around the woods quietly, bow ready for the kill. it has been 2 days since he had meat and a squirrel would be a gift from the sky. He kept an eye out for movement, as he knew that he was not the only one walking around. just a short distance was a few of the Groaners, half deteriorated but still looking for their next meal. In the opposite direction was a small withering cabin with broken windows, that he was hoping to check out.