"Hey...!" He called out as the figure disappeared, but it was worthless. Futile. They had gone, all too quickly, swallowed up by the oppressive, and, now that he's thinking about it, downright scary fog.<br/><br/>Something catches against his leg, and he frowns, looking around warily before bending down to pick it up.  He's not sure how it got there... he can't even think of a halfway decent reason, since their was no wind that he could feel.<br/><br/>He stared mutely at the piece of paper, analyzing it as best as he could, and trying not to get sick at the implication. He looked around again, swallowing nervously. He quietly folded up the paper, and put it into one of his pockets.<br/><br/><em>What the hell? Am I in some sort of horror movie now? What the fuck, what the fuck...</em>He sighed, exasperated, as the words bounced in his head.  He would keep trying to make sense of it all, and maybe, eventually, burn his brain out when he couldn't.  When given a problem, he either solves it, or he just burns himself out. Short circuits. Whatever term one wanted to use.<br/><br/>For now, driven by hunger and thirst, he would attempt to find a road and follow it, hoping to find people, or just some stuff so that he can satisfy his basic physical needs.  A weapon might be a good idea, too.