Teirra

You've been doing your best to survive since the world ended, always on the move, never staying in one place for long. Not that you could even if you wanted to; damn near anything that wasn't human or food wanted to use a human AS food. Double checking your compass and map, you trudge your way through the early winter sprinkle of snow and dead leaves, keeping your eyes peeled for danger, for any sign of- "What do you think you're doing?" a voice sounds behind you.