[B] Finch - The Woods [/b]
Finch looked up at the young man who appeared friendly enough.

"My name is Finch." The old man replied.

He tried moving his arm but was rewarded him with some of the worst pain he had ever experienced. 

Finch yelped and grasped his right arm. "I think it's dislocated." he managed to gasp as tears began rolling down his face.

That's when the rain started.

A drop hit his nose... then his right glasses lense. Before he knew it Finch was laying in mud completely caked in filth. His suit all but ruined.