It never failed to amaze Bert how big every place was in this world. He'd always thought Gilead to be the largest country anywhere, but then he'd woken up in this world and the country he was in was so big it had to be divided up into smaller things just for the sake of ease. It had taken him weeks to remember that states were all part of one big country, not countries and kingdoms of their own.

But they fascinated him. This whole world did, though his heart deeply longed for the fields and forests of In-World. He knew enough about how these things worked to know he couldn't return.

But there was more than enough to explore, and there were even the occasional abomination of the Red to dispatch. Sometimes. Pity he didn't have his guns, but they hadn't made the journey with him. Still, there was so much to see. That kept him going, making his way from one side of the great giant bloody country to the other. He liked to explore and he craved new things, to see and find and know. This world was full of that.

Currently he was in Gods Knew Where, his worn down cowboy boots hauling him to one of those little on the road markets with fuel and food and all other manner of sundries. His stomach growled. Alright, it was time for a break. It was getting dark anyhow, and he was at a crossing of roads. Sommat that didn't go unnoticed by the slim Gunslinger. He spit in his hand and muttered a prayer under his breath as he strolled across the parking area. It was unlikely there were any Prim-spawned vampires hanging about in this little corner of small town America, but old habits died hard.

And Bert had always been a suspicious fellow. He tried to be quick and discrete, lest the fellow taking his leisure in front of the market notice and think he was daft or roont.