There was still patches of thick un-melted snow about the land despite the warmer Spring weather arriving, the days getting longer. And right now, William was grateful for the snow, for he was grievously wounded. Collapsing to his knees in a pile of un-melted Winter snow and bleeding profusely, he scooped up a handful of snow and packed it into the wound to help stop the bleeding and kill a bit of his pain. Still, he was more wounded then just a stab wound to the belly. A long thin but deep slash started on his back at his right shoulder, ending at the opposite hip. Stabbing his sword into the ground, he used that to help himself to his feet before he yanked his sword back out of the Earth, his sword obviously having seen a battle or two since he had wielded it. William had no idea where his regimen had gone, having a feeling they thought him dead, which didn't surprise him considering his wounds. Once on his exhausted feet, he slowly took stock of his surroundings, his battle hardened brown eyes scanning with a practiced air, not wanting to miss a thing, especially an enemy if one were to be hiding, waiting to ambush him and finish William off for good. Breathing hard, he suddenly spotted several smoke stacks, and realized he was near a possible town that hopefully hadn't been gutted and abandoned. Forcing himself to move forward, using his sword as a walking stick, he made his way through miles of cornfields before indeed entering a small town. Pausing at the front road that was dug in by horse hooves and wagon wheels from obvious frequent travelers, he let out a shaky groan of pain before suddenly collapsing into the muddy road, the town obviously having gotten rain recently, and fell unconscious, his long brown hair splayed about him.