Sam's Prov:

Having been on the road for 2 weeks, camping in the woods, hitching rides, eating what he caught, and the weather getting colder and colder until it snowed, he decided he deserved a hot meal and a warm place to sleep. With that in mind he stopped in the next town he came to in Indiana not even bothering to get the name.

It was 11 o'clock at night when he walked into the bar. He had tried to clean up as well as he could, his shaggy hair still fell in his currently more green then brown eyes, his shirt under his heavy leather jacket was a long sleeved deep purple with black stripes circling both biceps and a black collar. His jeans where dark washed but well worn and had holes at the knees, the ends tucked into his heavy boots.

Going over to the bar he ordered a beer, being only 18 he had to use a fake ID. With how tall as he was meant that he was believed even if his face gave him an 'innocent' appearance.

Getting his beer he sat on one of the stools and secretly studied the pool games. He saw two drunk men one with blond hair, a scraggly beard, and dark beady eyes, and a plaid shirt tucked into his gray jeans, and old work boots under that. The other one was an older man with graying black hair, light blue eyes an orange shirt, and torn jeans with grease stains, and work boots.

Taking a large gulp of beer he stood and stumbled slightly over to them. Trying to pass himself off as a drunk college student he challenged them to a few rounds of pool. After three rounds of him loosing they offered one last one give him a chance to win back his money. This time he won and plastered on a shocked face so that it would be more believable. They weren't happy and tried to challenge him again but he put them off saying he didn't feel good and ran to the bathroom after grabbing his money. Once he reached the bathroom he checked to make sure it was empty and ran over to the window. Jimmying it open he crawled through barley fitting and landed on his back in a frozen snow covered bush under it. He got up as fast as he could and took off running as fast as he could and didn't stop until the town was far behind him.

Three more days hiking down the road he was able to hitch a ride in an old pick-up truck with an old gray haired man with a beard that came to his collar and kind old brown eyes. The old man took him to the next town and dropped him off at a non nondescript motel just at midnight. Thanking him he exited the truck and watched as he drove off before entering the office. Signing in under Floyd Carter and using another fake ID he was given a room for three days.

Going into his room he saw it was clown themed and allowed himself a small shiver before placing his bag on the bed. Taking out the large box of salt out of his bag he began to salt all the openings, then he pulled out a welcome mat with a devils trap and placed it trap down in front of the door and salt line, before taking a cleanish change of white t-shirt and black boxers before going to the bathroom and showering. Afterward he took all the other clothes out of his bag and took them to the bathroom to clean then hang up. Going to the bed he cleaned it off setting his boots beside the bed and jacket on the wooden chair near the small sticky table top with a clown face after taking out his hunting knife. Then turned out the light and going to bed with his knife under his pillow.

At 6am he was startled from cleaning his weapons by the loud purr of an automobile. Moving slowly to the window he moved the thin clown curtain aside to see a nice classic black 1967 Chevrolet Impala, pull into the motel parking lot and two men get out.

The older one had salt and pepper hair and dark blue eyes with stubble more than two days old. His shirt was a red plaid with a dark blue jacket on top and dark wash jeans with work boots.

The other one was a little older then himself with dirty blond hair, stubble, and green eyes. He had a light blue plaid shirt under a black jacket and light faded jeans and work boots.

He watched as they parted ways. The older going to the office and the younger going to the trunk to get their bags. He observed how they walked and how they carried themselves. Stepping back from the window and letting the curtain fall back into place he sat on the bed wondering why hunters where here.

Cleaning up everything he packed up his bag like always and put on his jacket over an orange long sleeve shirt and dark washed jeans tucked into heavy boots,and knife back in his inner pocket. Stepping outside under the guise of getting a smoke he pulled out his cigarette pack and put one between his lips and light it with his lighter before placing them back where they belonged.

Taking a deep drag he observed as the older man came out of the office and nodded in greeting before he went to the younger one and they entered their room.

Nodding to himself he stayed there until his cigarette was finished then went off to a dinner nearby to get his first decent meal in months. Under normal circumstances he would have ordered healthy food but its been so long since he has eaten anything greasy. The waitress, a pretty lady in her late 30's with brown hair and and blue eyes asked for his order. He asked for bacon and eggs and hash with toast and orange juice.

Not long after, those two hunters from before came in and sat in the both in front of him and ordered their food. Afterward they began talking to themselves quietly. He tried to secretly listen and only got parts of what they said. Something about a wendigo killing hikers in the woods. When his food arrived he thanked the lady and looked back up to see the older one that was directly in front and facing him look right into his eyes. Holding the man's gaze for a moment he looked back down at his meal and began to eat.