Honeyed Pasture Pull the trigger, and the nightmare stops

@Cadeau

This was about as far out as Zodiac wandered from the coast. For some reason, he needed the water to feel whole. The longer he spent away from the soothing waves of the ocean, the harder it became to breath or really even find reasons to keep breathing in the first place. The spirit of a wanderer was still buried deep inside somewhere under all the darkness and tonight, it had urged him to leave the bay and explore a little--maybe take his mind off of everything; it wasn't like he could really sleep anyway.

The plains he moved through were covered in a thick blanket of snow. It absorbed the moonlight and reflected it back out, making the ground have an almost iridescent glow. The damaged man barely even noticed it, too used to trying to block most things out in the fear that they might trigger some kind of terrible flashback. Eventually, he came to some deer tracks in the snow. He lowered his nose to the ground to inspect the scent and the faint smell told him that they were more than a few hours old. Lifting his head, he moved forward once again, quietly scanning the ground in front of him for anything of interest.