The Wall Let's face it, this is not the worst thing you've caught me doing.

The world here had been touched. Stark could see that. His path through the world so far had yeilded him a view of all of these death-touched wastes, clearly eaten and consumed by another creature of the earth. It was horrific. It was so horrific. All the things that Stark had seen, all that he had witnessed, it only told him that something needed to happen. Something needed to change. Stark didn't think he could fix the world, not by a long shot, but, maybe he needed to try. 

He had learned how to survive on his own, he had learned how to manage his days and how to go about his life in a manner that kept him safe and fed. They could make traps for fish, they could figure out traps for larger prey - should any still be around. It was with that goal in mind that Stark was climbing up the sharp lift, trying to see the lands as best as he could and forumlate some sort of plan.