( Don't worry. Wight's brand of fear is panicked shaking and breaking down quietly. So whenever he holes up alone he'll...probably have a little internal meltdown.

A flesh hospital might at least be a distraction.

Wight's eyes absorb the map closely, committing certain things to memory very quickly. ) That shouldn't be too far. I'm used to walking, anyway. ( Ah yes, a world without vehicles. )

But I assume you are too, considering you're sort of a wanderer, right? ( It would be a blessing to not talk about himself right now. ) What was the place you came from like? Different f-from this place?