Alain is disappointed with his haul from the Cornucopia. It isn't that there's nothing of use in it - the rope, for instance, is a boon, and the shield, while unfamiliar to him, is not to be sniffed at - but that there were guns, real guns, in the offing, and he failed to get even one.
Still, since leaving the Cornucopia, he's had the chance to arrange what he did salvage in a way that's easier to carry, and although he left Sam's broken flight pack behind in the ruins of the District, he salvaged a few sharp pieces of metal and some wire from its workings before abandoning it. One of those he's made into a kind of knife, by using a strip of tent fabric to bind one end for a handle. It's stuck in his belt now, as he works his way silently through the woods. His intent is twofold: to lay traps, which he does every half-mile or so, and to try to find Roland, who he lost at the Cornucopia, or any of the District children.
Both intents are forgotten the moment he hears the report. He's on his feet at once, makeshift knife in hand, and hurrying towards the sound as fast as his legs will carry him. That sound was a gunshot, if ever he heard one.
When he approaches, and sees grey jumpsuit through the trees, the young man unslings Captain America's shield and raises it in front of him. It won't stand up to much, he thinks (assuming it's steel), but it's better than nothing if a gun ends up aimed at him.
That's how he'll first come into view, a low-crouched figure in a cowboy hat, with a Captain America shield on one arm and a jagged metal tine in the other.
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Still, since leaving the Cornucopia, he's had the chance to arrange what he did salvage in a way that's easier to carry, and although he left Sam's broken flight pack behind in the ruins of the District, he salvaged a few sharp pieces of metal and some wire from its workings before abandoning it. One of those he's made into a kind of knife, by using a strip of tent fabric to bind one end for a handle. It's stuck in his belt now, as he works his way silently through the woods. His intent is twofold: to lay traps, which he does every half-mile or so, and to try to find Roland, who he lost at the Cornucopia, or any of the District children.
Both intents are forgotten the moment he hears the report. He's on his feet at once, makeshift knife in hand, and hurrying towards the sound as fast as his legs will carry him. That sound was a gunshot, if ever he heard one.
When he approaches, and sees grey jumpsuit through the trees, the young man unslings Captain America's shield and raises it in front of him. It won't stand up to much, he thinks (assuming it's steel), but it's better than nothing if a gun ends up aimed at him.
That's how he'll first come into view, a low-crouched figure in a cowboy hat, with a Captain America shield on one arm and a jagged metal tine in the other.