destination nowhere --- OPEN

'I walk this broken road, of dreams and stories untold. There is no future left for me, only watchful and protective I must be. I dream of a day when my body can rest, and my mind no longer fears unrest. '

Rowans thoughts were cut short as he heard the pitter patter of rain as it hit the metal roof. His thoughts were incredibly dark these days, and his movements weren't all that welcoming either. He knew each day would bring nothing but death and struggle, and unlike some he had found no warm body to make his efforts worth anything. Rowan was alone, and he liked it that way, well ... he portrayed that image anyhow. The Irishman hardly spoke unless it was to give orders, a conversation with Max, or a friendly banter with Deuce. Speaking of which, where had that mutt ran off too. Rowan groaned as he forced his tired frame up off his bed, his eyes looking about the room for his faithful four legged companion. He let out a shrill whistle before looking around for his cigarettes. As he picked up the pack of smokes, he could here the loud thud of paws coming down the hall. A grin forming over his lips as he placed a cigarette between them. Deuce barked when Rowan brought the fire to the end of his cigarette to light it. "Yeah, yeah both you and Max want me to quite.. stop your bitching dog." he said in his thick Irish accent.

Rowan padded a space on the bed next to him, and encourage the large pitbull to join him. When the dog laid down beside him he put him in a playful head lock before kissing the top of his big blocky head. "Where you been boy? You suppose to have night watch remember?" he said with a chuckle rubbing the dogs head. "You were going to let me get eaten by the undead for some pussy weren't you? he joked, knowing good and well their weren't any female dogs within the walls of Fallen. "I suppose we should get started on rounds yea?" he said standing up, his bare skin enjoying the feeling of cool morning air on it. Rowan went over to his makeshift dresser and pulled out a pair of boxers, jeans, and a t-shirt. He pulled his boxer on with one hand while the other held his cigarette. He ashed it onto the floor before placing it back between his lips as he pulled his jeans up and on. He searched around the room for his belt, before turning to see Deuce holding it in his mouth. "Thata boy." he said taking the slobbery belt from the dog and feeding it through the loops of his jeans.

He placed his lit cigarette on the table before pulling a t-shirt up and over his head. He retrieved his cigarette once more, before strapping his hunting knife to his belt. He walked over to the corner grabbing his AK before heading out the door. He whistled once more for Deuce before making his way outside. Rowan was usually one of the first people to be up in the morning, and this one seemed to be no exception. He hadn't spotted Max yet, nor Ben... or any of the doctors, which usually meant the night was a quiet one. Rowan made his rounds, walking the perimeter, and doing his best to not engage anyone he came across. Seems like this was going to be a pretty easy day, just him and his dog.