12-29-2008, 10:29 PM
In the depths of the dark, wet forest near the outskirts of North Dakota walks a man about 6 1 pushing away against the trees. He wears a simple white tee shirt with ripped jeans around the knees with some basic black shoes. Walking over the high tree roots and broken tree branches from the storm he tunnels on, shoes drenched from rain. Walking slowly like he is in no hurry and looks up at the cold wet sky and stops, with rain falling all over his face.
Curious to see what lays beyond in Washington. There is so much talk. I wonder if it's true? Have the wolves returned?
A bit of some sort of emotion appears on his face with the thought of the wolves returning then returned to his blank stare at the sky. He stares at the darkened clouds for a while then looks forward, his brown hair sticking to his face, mostly covering his eyes. He kneels down a bit and begins to run. Even the small animals, hiding from the man, doesn't see his movements.
Moving swiftly through the trees he runs for moments when he reaches the outskirts of a small local city. Movement in the city is none as they all stay in their homes awaiting the end of the monstrous storm. Slowing down his pace to take a look into the city, his stomach then decided to make the sound of vicious hunger.
He continues to look around the city and spots a home a little away from the town and smiles sadly. A small cottage away from everyone with a dog hanging outside in his small handcrafted doghouse. The main house is big, about two floor and looks to have residents as the lights to the living room are brightly lit.
His stomach again makes a pleading sound of hunger and he takes another look around. Slowly he heads to the cottage, silent as ever, looking though a closed window with hungry eyes.
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