Looking about, Sean found himself in the woods. It was late, far later than he remembered. Casting his gaze out to the crowded space filled with towering lumber, Sean felt tiny, almost insignificant here. That feeling only grew as he noticed how still and silent things were here. He could hear his breathing with each inhale, his own heartbeat as blood was pumped through his body. Moments like these were why he could never be alone out in the forest, no matter how much he may distrust someone. Through the silence, there was a scream, one that brought back those bloody memories. The man started to wander what used to be his favored environment, head snapping side to side at every noise that sprung up. It seemed like he had been walking for hours, not sure of the time.

By then, the noises had stopped, but his paranoia filled the gaps. He could tell his heart was racing now, his breaths shallow as he could feel his chest tighten, as if a vice was crushing it slowly. If he had managed to keep a handle of himself, maybe he would have heard the sickly sound of flesh scraping along the ground. He stood stock still as over his panic attack that was closing in, a loud, wet '[i]twang[/i]' could be heard. Within moments a severed arm shot from the overbearing darkness, the sickly cold and clammy fingers digging into his neck, closing down on his neck.

That's when the lumberjack shot up from his bed, a cold sweat on his brow. As he sat up, trying to catch his breath, Sean reached over to his bedside table. Hands quaked as they snatched up a pill bottle, nearly spilling the medicine across the floor as he took two out, downing them with little thought. It would take some time for them to kick in, but at least they helped, somewhat.

[color=darkred]"Wonderful, they're back... Thought I got rid of 'em years back..." [/color]

Sean's voice was resigned as he got himself out of bed, making a simple breakfast for himself before heading to his usual morning preparations. It was Saturday and a little later than he would have wanted to wake up, but with what he had just gone through, he could understand. At least he didn't have to work, even if he would check in there as he always did. It never hurt at least. 

After dressing in a simple white tee, with a button down flannel tossed over and a casual pair of jeans, Sean stood at his door for some time before unlocking each of the safeguards on his door. Many probably thought it so very strange he had so many locks on his door, but he couldn't help it. They gave him some relief. He nearly stepped out of his home before grabbing his ax. He made sure that the blade was covered by a guard and hooked a leather loop that was just under the head to his belt, keeping the tool on his hip, as he always did. Another quirk of his, but it kept him feeling relatively more comfortable. 

Heading off from his home after locking each of his locks, the lumberjack crossed the street to his place of employment. It was a quick visit, as only his boss was there, working on the plans for the next week. With a short conversation about that, Sean was soon out on the sidewalk. He needed to head to the hotel. His boss, though fully knowing he wasn't working today, asked a favor of him. Nothing hard, just checking on a couple of the workers from the mill. He had a vehicle, but he only preferred to use it on longer trips, leaning towards walking most the time. 

Being fairly new in town, Sean didn't quite know most people, and those he did know, he didn't know them well. He wanted to meet more people in town, though he was always wary, never sure of who he could trust. There was something in his head, some paranoid tick that just wouldn't let him trust anyone, at least not easily. From that stemmed his lacking in social interactions.

Without wasting any more time, Sean headed off to the hotel, though it wasn't all that far away.