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You leave your house, locking it securely, and start your journey towards Chipper Ridge High. Clouds blanket the sky in one perfect gray sheet, and the wind has calmed. A crack of gunfire splits the air in the distance. Woody balances his rifle over his shoulder and glances toward the horizon.

Dirt covers a large stretch of the field by your house, and thick black tire tracks make a zig-zag over your driveway. Riding to your destination will be faster and less of an effort, but it will also raise your visibility.