Waking up in full alert status had become the norm for him ever since the war against the walking dead had begun.
Even while asleep,his senses stayed tuned to his immediate surroundings. The smallest change in the area around him could bring him up with weapon in hand before he was truly awake. heavy sleepers died young. To survive in the world of today,a person had to be vigilante 24/7.
He became aware of his surroundings instantly,not moving,not opening his eyes...just reaching out with his senses trying to feel if he was in any danger. he laid motionless in his sleeping bag for several minutes until he decided that it was ok to slowly emerge from his sleeping bag and quietly and carefully ensure he was clear of any danger.
He yawned and told himself to get up and get going before he got to lazy,getting lazy got oneself dead. He climbed out of his sleeping bag,stood and stretched as he continued to look around for any sign of danger. Deciding he was safe for the moment he turned to his backpack and rummaged around for something to eat,not wanting to start a fire just to warm some food. He pulled his last two cans of C-rats and kept one,dropping the other back into the backpack. He opened the can of c-rat and slowly ate it as he continued to the surrounding area again. he finished the can of c-rats ,still hungry he dug the other can of food out,opened it and finished it off in a few bites. He cleaned his campsite,burying the empty cans of c-rats along with the remains of the small fire he had made the night before. He preferred to leave no sign of his passing.
Once his campsite was clean he pulled out a map of the area and studied it,noting the nearest town that he thought he might swing by and do a re con and maybe search for some food supplies. As a rule he avoided any cities or towns simply because of the many dead that would be stumbling around. He needed food and he dearly wanted a roll or two of toilet paper