'Cid sat back in his lawn chair, watching the trimmed forest line before him, taking in and noting each small movement of beasts as they passed through it. There were some stains of spilled liquor on his once-black but now somewhere near brown Darkthrone shirt, the bottle of which lay rolling somewhere around him. Somewhere. There was little sound, except for the occasional cries of birds communicating in the trees. He heard a dog or other feral canine howl somewhere in the forest, ominous but fascinatingly alien. Below him, he heard the tiny wheeze of rusted, groaning metal as the open door to his personal bunker of a home lay half-open and shifting uneasily in the wind. He should have probably closed it. From his vantage point atop the small metal building, his view of the few remaining roads and paths through the winding tangle of the Park was fantastic, ensuring he wouldn't be surprised right now as he lay back, catching the breeze and the sun... he closed his eyes.

..and re-opened them, hearing a voice, small but distinctly a person's, somewhere out in the distance. Definitely within the Park. He squinted, as the sun lay in direct alignment with his reddened-eyes. "Fuck." With unsure fingers, he felt around for his pack, almost knocking over the bong sitting next to him, but he was thankfully able to right it quickly enough. His hands finally grasped the bag, and he didn't take his eyes off the jogging paths that ran parallel to his farmstead, which was (hopefully, but proven before) hidden behind a thick tangle of the forest that refused to yield to human travel. He rubbed his eyes with his right hand and carefully slipped his fingers through the trigger-guard of his revolver, making sure it wouldn't go off as he lifted it clear of the bag and dropped it in his lap. 

Luckily, it didn't explode. No bullets loaded, of course, he noticed. He turned his head around for a second, grabbed three rounds from a toolbox sitting behind him, & loaded them slowly. He didn't really expect to have to use the gun, but he was sure then that he could use it if he needed to. [i]What an un-chill thought.[/i] He laughed inwardly, grunting as he checked the gun again. Again, he let it drop into his lap, as he felt another wave of carelessness pass through him. Anyway, he hoped the creepy warning signs he'd put up nearby would keep any assholes away.