Holding a machete so tight his knuckles turned white, he sliced through vines and any small trees in his path, taking slow steps as he looked around. Eventually, he saw a figure in between the foliage of the jungle, and right away, he lurched forwards towards the figure, grumbling angrily to himself as he moved.
"Finally, you little fucking shit! I swear to god, I'll slit your fucking throat and watch you choke in your own blood--"
That definitely wasn't the blond he was looking for. Instead, it was a brunette, and slowly, he realized it was the older Walker. Once this was noted in his head, he held up his blade defensively, pulling his handgun from his side and aiming it at the Ghost.
"What the hell are you doing here?"