Snippet #2352318

Jefferson

Jefferson, also known as Jeff, had been walking for hours down this dusty road, the apparently had left out the city. He took a few glances behind him, to make sure the police were completely left behind. IT was a miracle that he'd got away.
The sun beamed on his skin, and his luggage which held half of his belongings became heavier than before. He took in huge breathes, hoping to find someone with food or water. What time was it? Where was he heading two?, were two major questions that remained in his head for hours.

His mom was probably worried sick. His father will probably hate him when he found out he stole his 400$ in savings. Jefferson rolled his shoulders as he dragged through wearily, with huge acres of land on his left and right, which he found so beautiful. It would have been even more beautiful if he found a house one either side. Jefferson stopped in the middle of the abandoned road, and slid off his leather jacket. He'd had it on this whole time, convinced that it would keep him cool than to make him worst, as he'd seen on one of those discovery health channels one time back at his apartment. He rolled his fingers through his dark brown hair, and took a long stare at something that had seemed to be a house. A Farm.
Jefferson couldn't believe his eyes. "Is that a..." He murmured to himself, barely able to finish his sentence after figuring out that it was indeed a house.
Jefferson became relieved. He sped up his pace as he walked closer to the farm, and on the porch, was an old man, seeming in his late 50's or early 60's, sweeping up some old dust onto the grass.
Jefferson stood a few yards away, starring at the old guy, wondering as to how he should approach him.

(The farmer and his wife can played by you and I, so you can control him also.)