{{As someone who lives on state reserve land in the middle of bumfuck nowhere Oklahoma, we've always been drawn to things like Missing 411 and Wilderness Search and rescue stories-
Likey because the odd air of mystery around most of those cases is just a fact of daily life for people in my town. At this point I'm fully convinced that we somehow exist in a mircochasm that sits somewhere in between the surface and backrooms of reality-
Like, im sure people who also live in areas rural as ours would agree with us when I say that if you just picked a random direction and started walking there'd likely only be a 50/50 chance of your loved ones ever seeing you alive again-
A fact I'm only mentioning to preface my next statement about the encounter I had last night. Because as I said, Search and Rescue squads are important out here, so much so that life flight helicopters are just part of the average EMS roster, unlike other areas-
Something I found out I'm apparently not exactly used to yet, as I stepped out of my apartment last night in pursuit of walking to the corner store, only to be stopped dead in my tracks as my path was flashbanged by a high lumen floodlight and grass was tossed into my face by an overpassing helicopter team.
It was an experience that had me convinced for a full ten seconds that somehow the rapture had begun, if likely only due to the fact my anxiety medication kicked in just as it happened, making my high ass self forget about the constant presence of Search and Rescue, in my area.}}