"A few more nights under my belt. Lucky me." John scratches the top of his head. When he gets deep down in those areas of his mind that motivate him? He isn't pleasant to be around. It's why people usually just leave him alone to drink by himself. All that self hate just comes billowing out with no real way to stop it. "Unless the Rising Darkness is affecting this place too."

There's a thought he'd rather deal without.

He points to the chair on the edge of the salt line. "Some blankets and a few sleeping bags. Looks like the people who lived here before were big on the camping."