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[Getting separated from the main group wasn't actually a problem for Krauser. In fact, he preferred it. There were less idiots around to have to look after this way. He would have preferred to take care of business on his own, but unfortunately, he wasn't alone. He didn't know Alfred Ashford very well, though there was a nagging feeling in the back of his mind that the man's name was far too familiar. Maybe he knew a kid with the name Alfred in school or something. It wasn't important now. What was important was staying alive. Granted, they hadn't actually seen anything dangerous (outside of some poison mushrooms and maybe a snake or two), but Krauser wasn't the sort to let his guard down easily. In fact, it was safer to say that the man literally didn't know how to let his guard down. Prior to everything that had happened in South America, he had spent his free time as a mercenary. Of course, that was quite some time ago, but at least it had prepared him for this sort of task; wandering lost through the wilderness and keeping some other guy alive.
At least the other guy isn't Leon. That is about the only good thing he can come up with.
The woods are thick and dark, letting in very little sunlight during the day. The forest is surprisingly cold and there seems to be a permanent mist around their feet as they walk. It's definitely eerie and unlike any forest Krauser has trekked through before, but the flora and fauna mostly look familiar. He can't pinpoint the exact sort of trees that are around them, or the exact species of snakes they've seen, but they're at least familiar, which Krauser thinks is a good thing.
After all, what else about this place has been familiar? He's heard too many wild stories from the people here to even try to guess how crazy they all are. Again, it's not something he's going to dwell on now, while they need to find the others. If Alfred wasn't here he'd be perfectly fine exploring on his own. He could easily look after himself without issue, but having another person (a civilian? he's not sure if Alfred has any combat experience and hasn't bothered to ask) to look out for changes things.
He stops walking and glances upwards. What little sun the trees were letting in has finally vanished and if he tilts his head back far enough, he can see the faint glimmer of stars above. While Krauser has no issues walking for hours on end, he doubts Alfred can keep up for that long. The last thing he needs is for the other man to start complaining or lagging behind.]
...We'll rest here for the night.
[He drops the backpack he's been carrying with him and digs through it. Their supplies are beginning to run low, but at least there's animals to hunt if they run out completely.]
No fire. We don't want to attract attention.
[From his estimate, they're still too far away from the main group. If they were closer then a fire might draw their attention, but as it stands he doesn't want to alert anyone else to their presence.]
At least the other guy isn't Leon. That is about the only good thing he can come up with.
The woods are thick and dark, letting in very little sunlight during the day. The forest is surprisingly cold and there seems to be a permanent mist around their feet as they walk. It's definitely eerie and unlike any forest Krauser has trekked through before, but the flora and fauna mostly look familiar. He can't pinpoint the exact sort of trees that are around them, or the exact species of snakes they've seen, but they're at least familiar, which Krauser thinks is a good thing.
After all, what else about this place has been familiar? He's heard too many wild stories from the people here to even try to guess how crazy they all are. Again, it's not something he's going to dwell on now, while they need to find the others. If Alfred wasn't here he'd be perfectly fine exploring on his own. He could easily look after himself without issue, but having another person (a civilian? he's not sure if Alfred has any combat experience and hasn't bothered to ask) to look out for changes things.
He stops walking and glances upwards. What little sun the trees were letting in has finally vanished and if he tilts his head back far enough, he can see the faint glimmer of stars above. While Krauser has no issues walking for hours on end, he doubts Alfred can keep up for that long. The last thing he needs is for the other man to start complaining or lagging behind.]
...We'll rest here for the night.
[He drops the backpack he's been carrying with him and digs through it. Their supplies are beginning to run low, but at least there's animals to hunt if they run out completely.]
No fire. We don't want to attract attention.
[From his estimate, they're still too far away from the main group. If they were closer then a fire might draw their attention, but as it stands he doesn't want to alert anyone else to their presence.]