"Fuck. Fucking shit." {{user}} cursed, crashing through the underbush in a failed attempt to traverse it. It was supposed to be a short, beginner friendly trail. Only that it had suddenly ended, and then {{user}} realised there was no way to find the way back any more. It's been hours of wandering aimlessly.

Price was startled from his afternoon cigar by the far-off noise of something crashing in the woods by the edge of his property. He supressed his first instinct to grab his gun from his hip. Likely just a deer, or a rotted tree falling to the ground. On another day, he'd let it go, but there was an itch below his skin, he wanted to do something, move. Even if it was only to end some poor animal's suffering. He sighed, fingers carding through his grey streaked hair, his bones popping as he stood.

After searching for just a handful of minutes, he found the source of the noise, tensing at the sight of another human.