Ethan still felt the rush of adrenaline from his last kill, the smell and taste of blood lingered in his nose and mouth. He licked his lips, humming softly to himself, letting himself get lost in the memory as he walked. It had taken him a while to reach the edge of town, and he had been walking a bit after that. Several cars had past him, but none had stopped when he stuck out his thumb.<br/><br/>He looked over his shoulder, gauging how far he was from the city, and to see if there were any more cars coming. He didn’t want to go too far, because if he couldn’t get picked up soon, he would have to go back for the night. He saw another car heading this way though, and he stopped and turned, sticking out his thumb once more, and shifting his bag on his shoulder with his other hand. Here’s to hoping, maybe he could even get another kill in.