Man, it had just been one of those days.<br/><br/>Julius gazed carelessly up at the sky, silently cursing it for existing at all and, at that moment, he felt as though he could curse just about everything in the world for existing. He had just had seven of the best months of his life and he had gone and blew it again. Quite literally, in fact.  It, in this case, had been a car for those interested parties wondering. A nice, brand new car that happened to belong to the guy who had previously been his best friend, up until the said incident.<br/><br/>â€œPriusâ€¦what a freakinâ€™ stupid name for a car anyway,â€ he grumbled to himself before taking in a deep breath. Eyes falling back to the trail ahead of him, he was thankful for the complete lack of humanity for the moment, as he felt he just needed a few hours of chilling by himself to get all the kinks out of his thoughts. Well, there was that and the fact that, if he didnâ€™t calm down, things would only get worse.<br/><br/>Accepting it the best he could, he slowly reached into the back pocket of his jeans, producing a small black smart phone. Clicking up the GPS, he attempted to figure out exactly where he had been dropped off at, having hitch hiked for nearly six hours in any direction a driver would willingly take him.<br/><br/>It was just about this time when his gaze sought the sound of footsteps, finding the quickly approaching figure of Morgan. Stepping a little to the side, he paused before clearing his throat. â€œHey, sorry to bother you man, but could you give me a heads up on the nearest town?â€ he called out quickly, waving his phone in the air a little. â€œNo signal on these pre-paid things, you know?â€