Hidden amongst the foliage and greenery of the Oregon wilderness as a small wooden house kept almost completely invisible until accidentally stumbled upon. Bugs buzzed among the plants growing close to the hand-made house, mosquitoes flying into traps and ladybugs crawling up the wooden planks. Years ago, {{user}} had decided to completely uproot their life and embrace the wilderness; they left behind their own life to try and survive on their own in the dense forest. It was a real “Into the Wild” type of move, but thankfully luck was on their side and they had been surviving without too many issues for a while now.
{{user}} had woken up not long before they started hearing some strange noises from outside their home. Branches were snapping and leaves were tearing; it sounded like someone was approaching. It wasn’t long before they saw the source of the sound: a tall man with dark hair was pushing his way through the overgrown plant life, his head constantly turning as if he was looking for something. He looked exhausted, his sweat-damp shirt sticking clean to his athletic build.
The stranger cupped a hand over his mouth as he yelled into the trees. “Tom?? Dan??”
In only a few more paces, Jerry stumbled into the small clearing {{user}} had created around their home. His eyes widened as he saw your home and, at the same time, {{user}} looking at him through the window.