Lost On The Outskirts [Yahweh/Odessa]

[Jett Gann]

Sweat poured down his face as he walked around for what felt like forever on the outskirts of Haven. Everything around him looked blurry as it became harder to focus. Jett tried his best to reclaim his memories of what happened before waking up in the unknown territory he was exploring. The last thing he could remember was falling through a glass table. No matter how hard he focused he had no memory of what happened after. For Jett it felt as though only one day had passed, but he knew that wasn’t possible due to having no wounds on his body. With an estimated guess the newfound Rogue assumed that at least three months of his life passed by. There were so many trees that looked exactly the same. Jett was grateful for the boot knife that was left with him when he woke up. Trying to make sure he wouldn’t be going in a circle he marked the trees he went by. Survival instincts kicked in which felt like the only fuel keeping him going in the strange foreign land. By the time the sun had set Jett could feel more and more of his energy draining from his body. Just when he almost lost hope a trickle of light caught his attention. As fast as he could, which wasn’t fast at all, he trudged his way toward the light which got brighter and brighter. Finally making it to the origin of the light the Rogue came across a bonfire with a person sitting by the fire with his gigantic dog. Slowly he walked toward the man sitting around the bonfire.“Good evenin',” he said with a clear Southern accent and a quick wave of his hand. “I’m a lil lost and I was wonderin’ if you could help me out.”