"Ok Dex, where are your feet leading you today? Cause you clearly have no freaking clue." Repeated the gun for hire as he wondered aimlessly through out the fog. He had been hired for a simple contract. Track down a small resistance movement located near the outskirts of the lost woods. "I wish I could see through the fucking fog. I also really wish I didn't take these god damn contracts. That always end up making me have to solve some complicated puzzle..." Dex continued to ramble on as he followed the old dirt path besides the forest. All the while the fog that consumed the entire region made it impossible for him to see.<br/><br/>It wasn't long until he found himself utterly lost. To make things worse. Somehow or someway he was inside the forest now. "......Fuck!" He screamed at the top of his lungs as he stood there in woods. His mind now clouded by the thoughts of being a lost lamb in the woods. To add to the creepy factor of the woods. Disembodied voices from all around him whispered to him. "I am not hearing voices...I am not hearing voices.." He said to himself as he marched through the woods. It was something about the unatural feeling that resonated off of the trees. The way the ground shifted beneath his boots. As if the woods itself was much more then a relic from days past.<br/><br/>Dex could feel his heart begin to race. The blood within his veins chilled. Which caused him to break out in a cold sweat. His hands shook, and his knees wobbled. Dex, was afraid. He hated to admit it, and it was indeed a obscured concept to him. Yet not even Lord Ganon himself in all of his power. Was enough to make Dex afraid. No, it was places like these woods. Places that as a child. He was told of dark and light magic which resided here. Maybe it was just old superstition, but as he stood there. His hands unable to reach for any of his weapons. His mind not strong enough to grasp reality. Old memories of childhood flushed through his mind.<br/><br/>The whispers continued to echo from all around him. Faces appeared from the tress. Cruel, malicious, and dark. He could see the outlines of laughter, madness, anguish. All the while he stormed through the woods. He wanted it to stop. "SHUT THE HELL UP ALREADY!!!" He screamed. He lowered his hat, and try not look up at the trees. The fog before him indeed was thick, and caused him almost to run into a tree. Ok so he did acutly run into a tree a few times. "Damn you nature! Oh shut the hell up!" He screamed to the voices. He did not know if they tormented him. Maybe the woods were haunted with the spirts of his past victims? Maybe he had finally received the final blow for his past actions.<br/><br/>He had wished, begged, and even bargained for something to get him out of this place. He did not even care about the damn group of nobodies anymore. He just wanted out! Then it happened. The last step he had took flung him down a long ditch. His bodied fell much like a ragdoll all the way to the bottom. As he rolled downhill. He could only hope that he landed on something soft, or at-least something that killed him. Dex has some very bad luck. He found neither, but what he did find was a rock that caused him to black out cold. In this state. His mind wondered back to his days a boy. The familiar warmth of his mother's cottage. The taste of honey, and the warm glow that encompassed his mother's figure. Her golden locks, and bright smile that always placed him at ease. Maybe this was heaven? Maybe he had been forgiven for his checkered past? No, it was not. Darkness, violence, bloodshed, scenes of death replaced his mother's smile. A blackness which corrupted his very soul. He tried to fight it, but his cries out agony went unheard. He felt the life be sucked out of his very soul, and his face turn blue from the lack of oxygen in his lungs.<br/><br/>He screamed, and screamed untill he finally could feel his body again. He was awake, but in pain. The fog had somewhat lifted, but was still very blurry. He sighed, and checked for his equipment. Everything was still in order, and atleast his respirator still functioned. He sighed, and tried his best to stand. "Hmm..No broken bones. Well that is a plus.." Then the sudden pain of a sprained ankle shot up his leg, and caused him to curse in pain. "Fuck!" He sighed, he had to continue on. So he did. The whispers still continued, but this time around. They felt as him they were not there to drive him insane, but almost as if they were guides to someplace. He decided to just listen, and let them lead him. It wasn't long untill he discovered a bright light through the tree line. "A clearing??" He inquired to himself as he limped towards the light. It was! A clearing!? "Holy fuck! Thank the damn gods!" He exclaimed in a excited manner as he entered the clearing.<br/><br/>It was there though. He spotted an odd fellow seated on an old stump. He glared at the old figure, but did not approach. He made it this far into the woods, and somehow is still sane. Maybe, that could be up for argument. For argument sake though. He was sane, and decided that if he was lost in the middle of the woods. That maybe this old figure was someone who knew a way out. Even againts his best judgement. Dex limped slowly towards the figure. "Hello?" Dex greeted the man in a rather hushed tone. He did not want to scare the old man, but he also didn't want to give full awareness of his appearance there in the clearing. He didn't like this. Not one damn bit.