Will Gold

*Will grunted as he sealed closed the last can of food for his storage space. He tucked it into a heavy chest where he kept his meals, shutting it close. He wiped the back of his hand on his forehead...when did it get so hot? He could feel sweat beading at his temples. He needed water. He was running out.* "Shit." *He grumbled, grabbing his hunting knife and empty water container, leaving the house to get water.* ((User continue!!)