[It's been a few days since Lee came to Luceti. The idea still doesn't sit right with him and he finds himself having a harder time adjusting to...well, living like a normal person again. So many months avoiding Walkers and just trying to get by and now he's in a place where he has a shelter, food, water, medicine - he's definitely grateful for the medicine - and it's so bizarre. Not that he prefers to be out there again, God no, but getting used to normalcy is not so simple as he thought it would be.
During the day he can be found near the flower store, quietly mulling over the different flowers. He thinks a hobby might help him adjust and gardening might be nice. Making something beautiful and watching it all bloom. Though he looks noticeably...uncomfortable as he stares at the selection of flowers left out in the open. Feels like years since he's seen something so lively. Every often he reaches to pick up a pot, steadily making sure he doesn't drop it on accident, to take a closer look, before setting it back up.]
What am I even doing... [He mutters aloud to himself, feeling so out of place in this new world.]
[As night draws close however he feels a need to practice his skills. It's almost compulsory. Even if he hasn't encountered any Walkers yet, and has been told they don't exist here, old habits die hard. Besides, there could be other dangers ahead that he might need to prepare for. Problem is, it's hard to figure out what weapon he can readily use now that he's down to one arm and there aren't any guns in the town from what he's seen. He settled on a short ax, light enough to be held one handed. But without any targets, all he can do is practice his swing on a poor tree.]
Lee Everett | Walking Dead
During the day he can be found near the flower store, quietly mulling over the different flowers. He thinks a hobby might help him adjust and gardening might be nice. Making something beautiful and watching it all bloom. Though he looks noticeably...uncomfortable as he stares at the selection of flowers left out in the open. Feels like years since he's seen something so lively. Every often he reaches to pick up a pot, steadily making sure he doesn't drop it on accident, to take a closer look, before setting it back up.]
What am I even doing... [He mutters aloud to himself, feeling so out of place in this new world.]
[As night draws close however he feels a need to practice his skills. It's almost compulsory. Even if he hasn't encountered any Walkers yet, and has been told they don't exist here, old habits die hard. Besides, there could be other dangers ahead that he might need to prepare for. Problem is, it's hard to figure out what weapon he can readily use now that he's down to one arm and there aren't any guns in the town from what he's seen. He settled on a short ax, light enough to be held one handed. But without any targets, all he can do is practice his swing on a poor tree.]