Supply runs. Getting out of camp, finding what we need, avoiding or taking out any walkers in the process and getting everything back. And I guess whatever the others needed me to do. Genessia has... walls. And whatever's here doesn't even seem to come from anywhere. Before that? I delivered pizza. I've kind of found a job that'll keep my hands busy but... But I guess this is just an adjustment period, is all. Sorry for going on like that.

[It was the tip of the iceberg, really, but he was trying hard to ignore the feeling of being trapped. The idea of enemies at the gates pressing in, like the walkers at the prison with no way to take some out or draw them off. If you pushed hard and long enough at something it gave in.]

Yeah, I guess so. Except the thing is, you still need breakfast. Or at least you still need food. There's stuff you've got to do for morale, sure, but that... Littler things mean more and more.