The Woods: Liam & Patrick
Patrick was out in the woods every day. Sure, dude could've sat in his lookout, feet up and a beer in his hand. Man, this was Repose, and no one was going to come looking for him. The woods were his, and he could've slacked his heart out if he wanted to. But, man, Patrick loved these woods, and he walked part of them daily. The woods here took up miles and miles, and there was no way he could walk them in a day or two. So, today he was walking the area closest to the churches and cemeteries, behind the businesses and where woods met town life. Patrick didn't enjoy it out here much, not how he did when he was so deep in the forest that he couldn't see the town lights. But, kids hung around the cemetery, and then they ran out here, and dude was on the lookout for fires left burning unattended.
Instead of fire, he found a dude walking. Now, Patrick, he wasn't a user of pharmaceuticals. He'd never snorted anything or plunged anything into his veins. Dude wasn't even a drinker, and he'd been protected by his sis, but he knew a fucked up dude when he saw one. Ranger training had taken care of that, man, and he lowered the flashlight he was holding, not wanting to spook the guy. "Hey, man. Need some help? My jeep's just past the trees." He was out of uniform, because it was late. His badge was hooked to the belt that was looped through his jean's beltloops, and the hoodie he wore was grey and declared him an alum of the university in the Capital. His blond hair was floppy and covered his ears, and Patrick approached our dude slowly. "Man, come on. Let's sober you up."