/just sittin around in a tree being paranoid and watching for people he can a. steal food/supplies from or b. kill bc ah infection! also eating nasty stale food like hot dog buns and a can of peaches or s/t. very tired n dirty and really wanting a shower and also some conversations bc he’s been wandering around totally on his own for prrrobably like several months now wah/
/just wandering around doin’ his usual stalkin’ around for f…ood or w/e because he suddenly became a hunter during the apoc ; casually props his browning A-5 semi-automatic shotgun on his shoulder ; let’s say a pinecone or smth falls from one of the trees and paxton decides to look up ; wTF IT’S TARZAN IN A TREE — jkjk ; but he looks surprised to see someone sitting in a tree ; makes a super bewildered face before glancing around to see if anyone is seeing this too but nope it’s just him ; uncertain voice.) hey, squirrel man. you okay up there?
/is for the moment totally consumed by shoving a hot dog bun in his mouth. his hair's really long and he's probs filthy. he's trying to ignore the feeling of dirt all over his body, but he can't stop scratching the back of his neck, feeling all that grime and dirt. ew. is distracted by being hungry so when he hears a voice, he nearly falls out of the tree. he drops his bun and his hands go instantly to the two handguns in his waistband. in his right is a glock, in his left a standard PM he took off of a dead cop or something. he doesn't know where to look at first, so he just points them at the ground and shifts his position to try to get a better look. some more of his food falls down and he curses./ damn it—hey! stay right there. you look like you're sick. are you? say something! you look awful. don't come any closer or i'll shoot you right where you are. ya clear?
