This place was shitty and weird.
Those were the best two descriptors that the redhead could think of, currently. After all, they were pretty accurate. First he was just kind of...dropped off outside of a forest (not one that looked like any in South Park), then a huge storm came out of no where and forced him to take shelter until it subsided with (or without?) strangers that he was told were his partners.
Now that the heavy rain was gone--as well as the shadowy figures that had seemed to haunt the area with it--he was able to venture out, though in small increments. Even with the extreme weather gone, there seemed to be another forecast coming into play. A phenomena of clouds settling on the surface of the Earth obscured the better parts of his sight and made it difficult to understand as little as the mere direction he was headed in.
What was the reason he had split off from the only human contact he had been in immediate contact with? Why had he thought this would be a good idea?
A cry from the haze startled him out of his thoughts, making his body jolt in reflex and tense, striking out towards a sudden, imposing figure on his right. His fist collided with fabric, skin, warmth, and he noticed immediately that he had ... just ... punched someone in the stomach.
"Oh, oh shit...oh shit! Are you okay?"
