Day One: Early Morning

[Retane]

Retane looked around. Though it was night the moon allowed for viisbility. He saw a few gray buildings scattered around. His initial thoght was to explore them, but he figured there actually was nothing in there that would help him at the time. If he did find something that might be of use there, it would only weigh him down. He felt his neck and grunted at the collar. He hoped he wouldn't fall death to the wicked contraption.

He coudln't move to his selected strategic spot quite yet. Once the island's population began to dwindle, then he would take position in the secluded area of choice. TIll then he would have to pick a different strategey. Setting things up so he could begin his tactical strategey by means of one simple way; kill.

An idea popped into his green skull. If the Deck of Cards were to be part of deciding his life then perhaps they should decide where he will first proceed to. The warrior reached in his pocket and pulled out the map, the compass, and his very deadly, Deck of Cards.

Spades north, hearts east, clubs, south, diamonds west.

He shuffled the deck and drew four cards from the top. He glanced at the four cards; seven and jack of hearts, three of clubs, two of hearts. With the map, compass, and his observation of his surroundings, the namek pinpointed his position. The warrior double checked the drawn cards and looked in the direction of the invisible path of which he would embark.

As the warrior pocketed the items, he felt the other item in his pocket, the scouter. He pulled it out and obseved it. What did it do? What was it for? Perhaps he would live long enough to figure it out. But now, it was time to travel.

The namek broke into a run in his chosen direction. It was still dark and he would like nothing more then to smell blood before the cruel sun peacked its head. He had allies and enemies out there. It was time to fine both. The would fear the sight of the Deck of Cards. They would soon know of their demise.