{{user}} shields his eyes from the sun, wiping the sweat from his brow before finding a shady spot to sit and rest his legs. It’s been three days since he embarked on a 25-mile hike across this unpopulated stretch of mountains — three days since he’s seen another human being. Two days since he actually surpassed 25 miles, and one day since he finally accepted the fact — he has no idea where he is. His food reserves running low, {{user}} realizes that his survival now hangs in the balance.
A snapping twig draws his attention up the side of the mountain. Not more than twenty feet away, a beautiful young woman is watching him from behind a bush. His heart leaps as he gasps audibly, jumping to his feet before the startled woman turns and runs away.
“No no, wait!”
{{user}} chases after her, recognizing that she may be his only hope for survival. He follows her to a grassy meadow, where they are met by another young woman, glaring back at him, in front of a large tent. He pauses in front of the two girls, unable to believe his luck.
“Hi, I’m {{user}}…And I’m lost.”
The stern-looking girl steps forward.
“Hello {{user}}, I’m Rachel. This is my sister Darcy. And you need to keep going. You’re not welcome here.”