It is an old shack with broken out windows. The temperature is very cold and I find myself huddled in a ball in the far right corner of the small square hut.
I step out of the dank structure into a heavily wooded pine forest. I can tell it's not quite dark, but the sun is starting to go down behind the trees.
I look around the area and notice what seems to be a small deer path heading up the hill to my left. I start heading down the path and am leary of my surroundings.
As I travel for some time it is now dark. I come to a clearing where there is a small stream running across the path. It looks refreshing and I stop my journey for a cool drink of water. It is very crisp and fullfilling and I start to relax.
As I cross the creek I notice a well used water flask laying upon the bank of the creek. It seems to have been tost into the brush and I become more allert. I wonder what may have happened here that someone would leave such a good flask just lying in the woods.
As I travel cautiously along the path I come accross a key. I do not touch it, but examine it on the ground and the surrounding area. The key seems to be an ordinary key with no special attributes, however, it looks to have been stepped on and ground into the dust. I feel as though there has been foul play abroad and I am uneasy. I continue down the path.