[h2][color=00aeef]Benson O'Hara
Early Morning, The Big Island [/color][/h2]

Benson nodded, turned around, and began walking back along the beach side. It shouldn't that far of a walk. He was dirty, exhausted, in pain, and in shock. Still, he walked on- there was nothing else to do. The woman told him her name was Kyra.

[color=00aeef]"Howdy, Kyra. The name's Benson- Benson O'Hara. At your service."[/color] He said, still walking forward. His eyes scanned the tree line for the place that he exited the forest from. He was thankful that the sun was to his back, now. Made it a lot easier to look for landmarks.