[color=orange]"This is gonna be a long trip."[/color] Emmett thought to himself. He had hitched a ride with some teens on a pickup truck, hoping to catch a ride to The Cobbs. They shared a few beers along the way and got fairly buzzed, but when the hard drugs started coming in, the others decided they 'didn't want no shitty bum hijackin' their truck' and Emmett bailed out of the moving vehicle before they decided to bring out the blunt weapons.

The highway was completely deserted, save for a few stray cars here and there. He had no idea where he was, or even if the truck was heading to The Cobbs in the first place. Hell, he could be in Australia for all he knew. Emmett felt dizzy. The sun beat down on his uncovered head, and Emmett was still slightly drunk. Before he knew it, he was on his hands and knees violently ejecting the alcohol in his stomach onto the dirt. He stayed there for a few minutes, just to recover. He took a drink from his bottle. The cool water helped his head somewhat, and soon, Emmett had enough strength to get back on his feet and try to get some bearings.

[color=orange]"Well,"[/color] he thought to himself, [color=orange]If I'm going to make any progress at all, I'd better find my way to a town. I guess that means I'll have to hitch another ride then."[/color] Taking a deep breath, he started walking along the side of the highway, looking for any cars that would stop for his stuck-out thumb.