[u]8:15 PM
The Wilderness of Hope Springs, West Virginia
November 4th, 2019[/u]
[h3]The Wanderer[/h3]
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	Shawn's boots fell gently as he hiked forward slowly, taking in the scenery around him as he walked, a sense of comfort and peace evident in his eyes. While he eyes were often narrow and dilated, it was times like these that his furrowed brow relaxed, times he was alone with nature. He walked several yards further, before sitting on a small ledge formed by a few large rocks. From here, he was able to look over the stunning view he had walked himself into. Shrugging his pack off his back, he reached into it's front pocket to remove a Rx bottle 3/4th the way full of small pink pills, the label reading [i]"Oxycodone, 10mg."[/i] Shaking a few in his hand, he gathered about 5 of the pills and tossed them into his mouth, chewing them slowly. He didn't swallow them immediately, instead letting his saliva dissolve them slowly, accelerating their absorption into his digestive system. After a few moments of savoring the salty, blissful flavor of the pills, he removed three more from the bottle, crushing them on the relatively clean rock, and using a small wooden "straw" he had made himself ages ago, snorted all three of them in a single line.

	He stayed seated comfortably for several minutes, lighting himself a cigarette to pass the time until the euphoria began to kick in. As he felt the steady rush of warmth flood his body, he stood up with a satisfied sigh, and continued hiking, only to find himself in front of a worrying scene; A man unconscious with a tree on his body, as well as a truck with a fairly damaged passenger door and seat. With caution, he approached, calling out as he moved.

"Hello? Who's out here?"