Gregory gave a kind smile. "Of course, I've been looking for some of the more recent drop offs." He said wondering if this guy would buy the I'm stranded like you act.  "It seems like every two weeks there's another truck dropping someone off. If you get near it, you either get shot, of cuffed to the nearest pole and left for dead." Gregory said remembering how easy those hunts were, he often broke the cuffs just for the thrill of the hunt. "Come on, there's an old inn this way, it was a bed and breakfast back when I was a kid." He said wondering if this man knew anything about where he was.<br/><br/>He would lead the man to the old bed and breakfast give him some whiskey and point him in the direction of the gas station that they sometimes stocked for the people that got dropped. If the man wanted to survive he would have to make the six mile run and find a better hiding place than the inn. If he figured out the game, for now he would play the good guy, the survivor, later he could feed. "I'm Jason, what's your name?" He asked as he started in the direction of the mouses first stop.