Driving down the snow dusted gravel road in the middle of the night. As if that didn't scream "HORROR!" Jean gripped the steering wheel as her eye narrowed on the road, she promised herself she wouldn't cry, but after selling everything, her house, her parent's house, dad's car, mom's car...Everything...Well except for a few choice items. A small photo album, her belongings, and her father's 40. Glock (Which now sat holstered to her hip)<br/><br/>Jean had been in college up until her father's death, her mother had died a few years ago, and it was after her mother's death that Doctor Wright found a cancerous tumor at the base of her father's spine. It slowly got more painful to walk, to move, and eventually she had to quit her three years of college in her Biology studies to care for him. She didn't mind, he was all she had left of her family. Of course, it wasn't long after being bed ridden that he passed, but before he died he smiled.<br/><br/>Blinking away the tears that suddenly filled her vision she wiped her eyes taking her eyes off the road, and in that split second something darted out in front of her car and was gone. The movement made her swerve and screech to a halt in the middle of the gravel road. Her heart was hammering, threatening to break right out of her chest, and the first thing she instinctively went to was the pills, the antidepressants. Shaking hands softly dumped two of the little pills into the palm of her hand, she quickly took them and leaned back.<br/><br/>"God, why...?" It was a hoarse question slowly pulled from the lips of a woman in dire need of a change of scenery, which was why she was driving on this gravel road, towards a small town no one had truly heard of, and towards the promise of a job that offered a get away.<br/><br/>After the initial scare of the...whatever it was, Jean put her old silver Jeep in gear and rolled into the small town of Yukah Springs. it was indeed a small one horse town, a general store, a Cafe called the Moose Trail, a car garage, and a Bar, of course there were a few other small business' dotted around the main street, but with it being the middle of the night everything was dead, all accept the bar. Well at least she had the keys to her new cabin, and she would be starting work tomorrow.<br/><br/>Her hazel eyes turned away from the neon lights of the bar as she looked down at the map she had unfolded across the steering wheel, "Eagle Ridge...." She followed the main street with her finger searching for the road, but found none, "Well shit..." then her eyes fell across one of the landmark names, 'Eagle Ridge.' Wonderful, she had no for sure way of getting to her cabin unless there was some unmarked mountain road, which there probably was. her cabin sat a good 20 miles away from Yukah, and about 3 miles from the Conservation Office and Animal Rehabilitation Center where she would be working in the field and helping the animals that came through.<br/><br/>Well one thing was definatley for sure, she was out in the middle of no where...And it gave her plenty of space to do her photography, and what she loved. This place had to help, after everything that had happened....She just wanted to forget it, and move on...