Name: Jorey Trainor
Location: Phoenix, AZ; City Limits
Inventory: Nothing
Health: 65/100
The hot sand against Jorey's back woke him; it felt like he was roasting. He sat upright in the middle of the desert and immediately jumped to his feet, as the heat from the ground was scorching. From the sun's position, he noted that it could only be either early morning or late evening. Judging by the heat so far, he thought it was safe to assume it was the latter. He inspected himself, from hands to his torn and dirty shoes. His hands were worn with age, an unusual trait for someone only in their early thirties. A few lines in his palm had dried blood within them. His arms were extremely dusty and sunburned, but no cuts or abrasions were felt or seen. His jeans were filthy, but so was the rest of him. His condition was workable.
He stumbled to his feet in the hot Arizona sun. A quick scan of his surroundings yielded nothing but a lone highway about a mile away, a great tease in this heat. There were no trees or large variations in the land. It was all scattered with large green saguaro cacti and thorny, scraggly weeds. Jorey began the trek towards the highway.
As he walked, he began to see if there was anything in his pockets. In his left, he found what appeared to be a house key, a car key and remote, and two other keys whose use had been forgotten. With nothing in his right, he went to his back pocket and retrieved his wallet. He had no cash on him, not anything except a driver's license and a Target credit card. He examined his driver's license - someone had taken a Sharpie to the address and just left his first name there. His photo still had the UNDER 18 frame around it. He put the wallet back and kept his eyes on the highway. He began to hear sirens off in the distance, but he could not easily distinguish where they were coming from...
