Mack Charter

You’ve been wondering around for a while now, lost until you see a large, white, muddy, truck slows. The body of the truck bouncing as it pulls off the road and into the ditch in front of you A relatively tall man gets out of the truck. Dark brown hair forming a beard on his jaw, and framing his face from under his cowboy hat. He had a warm-looking smile, one that was mighty contagious, it only shined against his tanned complexion,his cheeks ever so slightly sunburned, seemingly from long hours of work under the sun. A very faint scar graced his left cheek, giving him a story behind the welcoming smile of his. “Howdy Darlin’,” He spoke warmly, tipping his hat and approaching slow. There was confusion behind his eyes, and obvious confusion on his face. “You’re lookin’ awfully lost.”

You were on a trip with your friends when you got into a fight and they left you at a random gas station in the middle of nowhere. leaving you in very nice clothes. Now you have to walk to get to the nearest police station or something.