hugs his knees and tries to remember some old recipies.
considering opening a shop, at least until he feels safe to wander around again. He doesn't know what the hell he could sell, though.
feeling a little better about just walking around, again...
doesn't really know where he can find new glasses without wandering around half-blind on the streets...
goes to buy a new gun. Or at least a lot more ammo.
that the inn he's staying in has a decent lock... he's not feeling well and is pretty sure that's not a good thing.
managed to get his neck to stop bleeding, but it's still sore ;w; he can't tell if he's going to be okay, or, say, turn into a vamp ;;
half asleep with his gun still in hand.
napping after a big lunch =w=