Rick and his group were going up a slope. Their legs were trembling due to the exhaustion, they were panting and looking worn out.
Rick's beard was two times as long as it was before the start of that journey. The same goes for his hair. He also lost weight, which made it seem even more miserable. He barely could lift the weight of the heavy backpack that he was carrying.
'Damn it... That damned horse could have lasted a few more days... Actually, I was expecting that it would just die by yesterday evening. That's what I gain from putting all the weight on a single horse's back and leaving him without food.'
The man didn't have any kind of attachment to that horse, but now he wanted to cry over his death because he needed to carry those backpacks as well.
