The Rest Stop - An Adventurer Story

The man moved slowly, nursing a limp and the bandage around his left arm was showing the first blossom of red through it. The stretch of highway he found himself on was long abandoned, a relic from a heyday that was already gathering dust by the time his parents had been born. Grass grew along the shoulder, wetting the bottom of his pants with dew as he trudged along. The highway itself offered no easy path, as its surface was long cracked and tilted, with green pressing up through in a neverending effort to reclaim lands once tamed by man. The man shivered lightly, his torn shirt and jeans barely enough to keep him warm as the sun sunk below the treeline and nothing in his backpack that would offer much more protection. 

The Commission in the Woods - An Adventurer Story

Left right, left right, the music makes him sway as he moves through the forest. His earbuds snug in his ears pulsing his friend’s dance mix, the beat and harmonies giving him a soundtrack as he stalked silently through the woods. It created an aural cocoon around him, making the forest around him feel more foreboding. Sweat trickled down his back, adrenalin and fear warring against his focus and determination to focus on the music. Left right, left right, his shoulders swayed, his steps almost a dance as he moved to the music only he could hear.