Wingal
One Thousand Club
Mark walked again sighing heavily as he made himself over a large piece of debris. He had been on his feet for about the 3rd straight day and haven't seen another sight of people since the boy with the blades. "He looked around finding another little stack of cans for food like peaches and tuna. He gave a little grin putting it in his pack before his cat poked its head out mewing excitedly pointing towards a certain direction. He got curious when he turned his head and caught a smell of what seemed to be stew. He couldn't help himself as he began making the trek towards them until he saw two people a boy and a girl. He ducked behind an another piece of debris and tried to watch carefully but couldn't help leaving his head out just to smell the stew.