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Quinn placed his hand on a tree trunk and felt for the moss which was growing on it. He had once heard on TV - while peeking from a crack in his foster father's room - that moss always grew on the north side of trees, and he was making sure he didn't lose his way accidentally.
He found the moss and after making sure of which way he was to follow, he began walking again.
He had been out here for the better part of an hour now, and there had been no sight of any form of living thing all this time.
"What the hell am I even meant to find out here? I can't just keep walking forever"
Quinn pushed a branch out of his way with a frown before he continued heading towards the north.
He walked for a long time, through thick bushes and deep forests. He crossed over puddles of quicksand carefully and using a makeshift bridge to pass over a river.
