Clancy snapped his head up suddenly, having lost track of time. Something was almost literally yelling at him to stand and move. Clancy glanced at the watch and saw he had wasted thirty minutes sitting here on this rock. He sighed. Whatever he was going to do better start happening soon. Thus, the man stood and began to quickly move back up the road. He wanted to try to get to that proper road he saw quick enough for him to run a little ways in either direction to see if there was a house he could stay at. However, as Clancy moved onward, something kept pulling at him, as if he was playing tug of war with an invisible foe with an invisible rope. It felt as if he was being watched... or should be watching in one specific direction. Finally, Clancy caved to this feeling and looked off to his right, looking towards the forest. That was when he saw something he hadn't seen before.<br/><br/>There was a trail, big enough for a single truck to drive on, but certainly not something that was meant to be a proper road. If that was there, then the owner of the property surely lived nearby just so they could have ease of access to their property. On the other hand, if they didn't, then that would mean that there could be somewhere he could break in to somewhere on the trail, so he didn't have to chance having to display his strength. His mind was quickly made up and Clancy stepped off the dirty and patchy road and into the forest. He weaved through the undergrowth, trying to make sure his suit didn't get caught on anything as he made his way to -for some reason- what he felt was his salvation. That tug was still there, and it was urging him to take the left path, one that wound deeper into the forest. At this point, Clancy assumed that this was his natural intuition leading him to safety to give him the perfect launching point to Attack the area 51 of Georgia. Thus, the man turned and immediately made his way down the trail.<br/><br/>After a while of walking, the trail sloped down next to a stream. The soft bubbling water was not alone, however, as an interesting sight enter into the corner of his vision. Clancy didn't bother to give it much of a look, but nonetheless, he stole a glance in that direction. There stood a blood covered wolf, lapping at the water and allowing it to clean the blood off of it's fur. Clancy made a note of the beast, though was confident that, if the thing was still hungry, he wouldn't have too hard of a time making the interesting and majestic looking creature into something that was little more than a red paste. Clancy's head turned away from the creature and found exactly what he was looking for. There was a cabin off in the distance, standing there proud in the middle of the forest, even with enough area around it for Clancy to finally stay at a place for more than eight or nine hours and figure out what exactly he can do besides hit things really hard and not stay dead.