Walking out of the city was the easy part.  All he had to do was follow the highway that led out of town, and after an hour or two, he was past the last line of buildings and out into the hills. No, the hard part was getting picked up by someone. He stuck out his thumb to every car that passed, but everyone was, unfortunately, too smart to pick up a random hitchhiker. Good for them, bad for Oliver. After a little while of waiting, he was starting to care less about whether or not he would be able to kill the person who picked him up, and more worried about whether he was going to be picked up at all. It was starting to get dark, and he didn’t want to make the trek back into town to spend another night. It was too risky for him to stay another night anyway, not right after a kill.<br/><br/>Another car was coming up, and he stuck out his thumb again, and thankfully, it seemed to be slowing down. He squinted a bit to try and see who was inside, but all he could tell was that the person was driving was male, and he was alone. Good. He put on his most flirtatious smile, and cleared his throat to make sure his home grown southern drawl was at the ready. He was going to put on an act, play the flirt, maybe have some fun, and as soon as the opportunity arose, he would strike.