With the final fat man down, Quagmire finally released his finger from the trigger, moved the rifle away from his face, and breathed a sigh of relief. The ghouls and fat men that broke his sleep is now finally defeated and gone. Now he could finally rest once again. Unfortunately, that might need to be done a bit later, as he was currently starving.
He moved near the Pathfinder and gathered firewood. Thankfully, he did not need to make a campfire earlier as the Pathfinder had lights that he could turn on, which gave him the required illumination for the night and to see. it was not too bright, which with intensity, could be disastrous for his sleep.
He brought down the woodpile and picked up a few dried leaves around him. He piled the wood into a cone shape with the leaves inside. After he lit the dried leaves, the fire was lit, and in turn, the piled wood, which are dried branches, got lit, and the fire grew bigger and bigger.
