How the day comes and goes — being a lone survivor, or you thought you were until you were stirred awake.

rather forcefully, before you could attempt anything — a rather rugged man was on you, a foot against your chest, crossbow sights aimed.

What seemed or what was supposed to be a soothing relax in the wilderness became a first hand experience with another man you've never met before.

“You should know better to be sleeping out here.” The man had spoken, shifting his grip on you seeing you weren't so much of a threat.

“Could've put an bolt through that thick skull of yours and you wouldn’t of seen it comin'.” His words coming out of experience, and close-calls.

Soon he got off, what a relief. The man paced around, his eyes flickering around the area he'd caught you in — trying to stay safe while he didn't know you.

Let alone see your face around, when he was sure no one was with you, he lowered his crossbow, his eyes searching you from what he sees, is a new face.

“You from 'round these parts?” it was a simple question that could be answered truthfully — or not. “You look a tad funny, if I do say.”