Day One: Evening

[Krillin]

The final day was drawing to a close. For the past few hours, Krillin had been resting himself, planning out his routes, and guarding himself like a paranoid bastard, which he was. Total deathmatches tended to have that kind of an effect on a person.

A brief flicker ticked his mind. He searched for it, and knew. He knew. Twenty was nearby, and getting closer. Even the collar couldn't keep that mental bond apart. Words weren't needed.

With that, the shorty got his things together, hurriedly wiped some nearby debris over his campsite, and struck off towards the source of the sensation.