Heron had been walking for who knows how long. It was dark and really fucking creepy out in the middle of the woods, all alone. His car had broken down...awhile back and he had been walking ever since. It hadn't bothered him much, he figured it was going to happen. Only so far he could go on one tank of gas and in a shitbox 3000 plus he was flat broke. Had absolutely nothing to his name and only the duffle bag slung across his back. This fresh start of his wasn't going like he'd hoped it would.