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Beaten DownThe evening air was cool. A slight wind rustled the long blades of grass that lined the small outcropping of rocks overlooking the valley. The small clearing was surrounded by dense forest. The only thing connecting the lone figure to the rest of the world was the 100-foot vertical drop in front of him and the small, narrow path that lay behind him. He watched the clouds roll across the vivid red and orange sunset. He watched the stream below, small ripples occasionally disturbing its surface as fish played their jumping games; catching bugs when they wandered too close to the surface. The land looked untouched by man, but he knew that wouldn't last.The man was perched on one of the taller rocks. A tattered grey bandana kept his shaggy black hair out of his pale green gaze. It may have been black once but it was now faded, used, sweat-stained. His haggard face had the remains of cammo paint and machine grease smeared across it. His standard-issue cammo was well worn, and slightly tatt