Vash laid on the ground, exhausted from spending an entire day collecting edible plants. His eyes heavy from the exertion of the task, However, He needed an actual place to sleep, a full rest without so much as a roof was likely to cause some problems. Vash rose up. carrying himself to the source of the distant smoke, he realized he wouldn't make it there by nightfall he decided to make at the very least a tent to protect himself from the elements at dusk, somehow instinctively knowing he was no longer deathless and would need it.
When he finished summoning the tarp and such, Vash noticed the smoke was closer than it should have been, as if it was not just him approaching the smoke, but the smoke also approaching him. Alarm bells sounded like sirens in his head, consuming his thoughts like wildfire. He began to hear shouts, like bickering in the distance. He doused the fire with the tarp and threw the camp into disarray as if it were left in a hurry, then tossed his jacket off and under a bush. bringing himself down under the scrub.
One of the men who had come with a huge nose ring shouted in anger of being thwarted so soon, "What the fuck is this? Who the hell starts a fire and just leaves in less than an hour?!" "I don't know but let's find out, this looks like a one man camp to me." Another, with long, dangling earlobes replied. "shut up! both of you!" said the smallest of the bunch, though his head was slightly deformed as if his skull was putty and someone filled it with water while he was upside-down. "He obviously knew we were coming, look for tracks and figure out where he went." the other two began clumsily stamping around, looking for what must be tire treads, because otherwise the dust they kicked up would fill up any depression in the dirt. As they did this, Vash got a look at what they were carrying. The big guys had a hatchet and revolver each, the smaller one was only carrying a knife.
Well, now what they are going to either end up combing through the brush or giving up. Vash thought, resenting the buffoons' stupidity. and so he waited, pulling out his Long Colt revolver in case he had to take care of the situation.
When he finished summoning the tarp and such, Vash noticed the smoke was closer than it should have been, as if it was not just him approaching the smoke, but the smoke also approaching him. Alarm bells sounded like sirens in his head, consuming his thoughts like wildfire. He began to hear shouts, like bickering in the distance. He doused the fire with the tarp and threw the camp into disarray as if it were left in a hurry, then tossed his jacket off and under a bush. bringing himself down under the scrub.
One of the men who had come with a huge nose ring shouted in anger of being thwarted so soon, "What the fuck is this? Who the hell starts a fire and just leaves in less than an hour?!" "I don't know but let's find out, this looks like a one man camp to me." Another, with long, dangling earlobes replied. "shut up! both of you!" said the smallest of the bunch, though his head was slightly deformed as if his skull was putty and someone filled it with water while he was upside-down. "He obviously knew we were coming, look for tracks and figure out where he went." the other two began clumsily stamping around, looking for what must be tire treads, because otherwise the dust they kicked up would fill up any depression in the dirt. As they did this, Vash got a look at what they were carrying. The big guys had a hatchet and revolver each, the smaller one was only carrying a knife.
Well, now what they are going to either end up combing through the brush or giving up. Vash thought, resenting the buffoons' stupidity. and so he waited, pulling out his Long Colt revolver in case he had to take care of the situation.