William jolted awake from his sleep, breathing heavily, in his motel room. It was that same terrible damned dream that plagued his rest every few nights. With a groan, the man checked his watch, noting that it was 7:06 PM in the world outside his motel room. [i]"Damn.."[/i] William thought to himself. [i]"I've been asleep for almost the whole day."[/i] For the vagrant hunter, it had been quite a while for him since he last slept in a bed. It felt like a luxury these days.

With another groan, he propped himself up on his bed, staring at his own reflection in the television screen. The hunter frowned, it was obvious that he'd been on the road for quite sometime. His face looked poorly groomed, his facial hair had grown to be very bushy and untrimmed. Disappointed in his appearance, he grabbed the remote and pressed the power button. The room lit up with an array of colors as the television came to life, the sound of a news reporter trailing on about the weather and recent events began to come from the device. All these details the man spoke were once of interest to William, but now they all felt like they were a thousand miles away from his current reality. 

For a while longer, he stared blankly at the television screen before deciding he should get up and look around. It was someplace new for the vagrant hunter, and on his way into the town, he admired the snowy woodlands that surrounded him. Having put on his holsters with his revolvers, he reached for his warm, leather duster coat and slid it over his body. He glanced over at his round shield and gave a grin at the marvelous tool. The heavy steel shield had a finely painted image of the head of a decapitated werewolf, a symbol of his family's pride in werewolf hunting. It had protected his father and him for as long as he could remember. He knelt down beside his shield, attaching the mechanism to his left arm, and placing the shield over his back. A chain connected the device to the shield, and it dangled along his arm up to his shoulder where it met the shield. The hunter reached for his hat before leaving, and opened the door to the cold winter winds that met him outside. 

William always enjoyed the outdoors, even when the weather was against him. He wandered along the roads on the edge of town, taking in his surroundings, and not before long did he find himself at a trail leading off into the wilderness. The hunter felt a hike through the snowy woods would make for a good exercise, and he proceeded down the path with his hands in his pockets. He was unsure of what the woods around Odessa housed, but he felt confident that the local wildlife were probably not much of a threat.