Waking up with the sun, in his tent in the Adirondacks, Jon doesn’t want to leave the warmth of his sleeping bag, even though he really needs to take a piss. He resolves to get up because he can’t hold it any longer. Leaning against a tree pissing, he hears a groaning noise. He thinks it sounds like an injured animal. Just as he is about to finish, he sees a shadow stumbling out of the brush in front of him a mere twenty yards away. Jon puts himself away and gets in a defensive stance because it may be a bear or something else aggressive. Realizing the only weapon at hand is a good sized rock; he reaches down and grabs it.
The shadow breaks the tree line and he sees that it is a person, covered in blood and making awful gurgling noises. “…Read more >