He stared at his big toe sticking out of his old worn sock. Was the remainder of the sock worth keeping, providing just a semblance of protection against the damp dark woods? He grunted pulling his large boot back over his tired feet. Time to continue on deeper into the forest. He hoped to find food deep inside, perhaps places untouched by scavengers. He peered low to the ground scavenging for fungus and moss to use in homemade medicines. A lot he had taught himself by trial and fire. Once he almost died after ingesting the wrong elements. Three days on puke and blood, but he came out the other side. He scanned the treelines for birds, or other small animals. It had been a while since he had squirrel for dinner. Been a while since he had anything other than small plants. His bones hurt. His eyes jaundiced. But he traveled on, because the only thing left in front of him was the next step. He traveled on, in his old worn boots hiding a small piece of cloth inside that was once a sock.