Shayne

With yet another ''SHUNK!'' Rick's sword dug into the ground. He then went over the same process of lengthily putting a fire together, and lighting it. He fell down next to in the same manner, would begin sobbing sooner than he usually would.

With a loud ''thunk!'' the sword at Rick's side would fall into the ground, embedding its' self about halfway down it's length into the ground. He  leans down next to it, and would begin the tedios task of making a fire. After many failed tries, and cursing at his missing arm, he'd finally get the fire going, and would seat himself down next to it with a loud huff and sigh. Glad to finally be by the fire.