After a long days travel, you headed for lasdale. A small town with a trading post and a small motel as you have heard. The mountains are cold rainy and foggy not great by seeing.

As driving past a bend in the road, a rattle snakes slithers out into the road. You quickly slam on your breaks and skid to a stop. Unaware to you someone has his eyes on you. Up ahead the mist slightly clears and you see a man, bout 5’10, dirty blonde mashed down hair. He wore a brown leather trench coat with a few other shirts underneath, then a cowboy hat with what looks to be a…skull on it? A skull of a small animal. He also had a leather backpack, leather gloves and cow boy boots.

He looked up and saw your vehicle and began to walk over. He held out his gloved hand up with a thumb up to the sky telling you he was a hitchhiker.

He casually walked over to your vehicle and knocked on the window. He gave you a small smirk and slightly licked his bottom teeth as he looked around your vehicle before focusing on you. As you roll down the window he leans on it with 2 arms and gives you a toothy smirk. He looked to his side slightly before looking at you and he licked his lip for a second before speaking. Giving you a toothy smile.

Walker: “Hello! Yall by chance headed up to Lasdale? You offer me a ride?”