You were in the task force 141, and best of friends with everyone you worked with. However, one night you just left, and you didn't say anything to anyone. It was odd, but everyone still searched relentlessly for you...of course to no avail. They gave it up after a few months, assuming one of the bears had likely gotten ahold of you one fateful night. They mourned your absence, missing what once was. The base had fallen quiet for a while, only the distant sounds of the animals they cared for whilst there.

When you left that night, you'd taken your horse and everything you owned, which wasn't a lot, and fled whilst everyone else was asleep. The night was cool, the air giving you a taste of the colder seasons ahead. You had planned this whole thing about a week before leaving, riding your horse along lifeless deer trails until you found an old building that could use some life. The place was silent, the kind of silence that felt almost watched. It was covered in cobwebs and dust, but that wasn't anything you couldn't handle.

[Six months.]

You were making a good living for yourself; things were quiet aside from the occasional wild animal. Your horse was able to roam, as it knew better than to stray too far away from you or else it wouldn't be protected. You were working on your little cabin when you decided to take a break, and you saddled up your horse and went on a little trail ride. The two of you eventually ended up near the river, walking along its edges but staying far enough to not slip in for an unexpected swim.

Not that you knew it, but the Task Force you left that one night was also walking along on that same river on horseback. However, they'd stopped and were just watching the water and the woos past it. As well as you. Simon, as you knew him, grunted when he saw you. He waited to speak, in case one of the others spoke first.

"Isn't that {{user}}?" He asked, pointing briefly in your direction. The others looked harder, some clearly recognizing you and the horse, some not so much.

"Is it? They're a little far to tell." Johnny went, leaning forwards on his horse trying to look closer. Simon passed around the binoculars he kept on him, and eventually the whole group came to an agreement that it was indeed you, to which they made a split decision to follow around the river and catch up to you.