A/N This is one of my older Paul stories that I am going to rewrite because I think that it could be better than how I wrote it a long time ago. Also, after I read and watched the movie 'Into the Wild' I was inspired and I wanted to learn everything about Chris McCandless. For a while he was actually my role model and I wanted to go out to do what he did, but I wasn't sure if I would be able to leave my family like that. Anyways I do hope that you enjoy this story, and if you have read something similar it's because it is my old story. Also this is the prologue.

I gently blew onto the flames in front of me as the blazed higher into the sky. I looked up at the moon, it shined down onto the camp site that I would be staying in with my... partner, Chris. I sighed thinking about the big guy, him and I never really got along to well.

He was a tall tanned guy, he also had bright white teeth that reflected beautifully off his tanned skin. Shaggy brown hair that went all over the place, like it was never taken care of, which it rarely was, but there was a reason for that.

The reason was because I was backpacking, so was Chris, but at the beginning it was only me. I've been out here for about a year actually, probably a bit longer. It was very hard to take care of myself at the beginning, but I had outdoors skills before I left. Probably wouldn't have been a bright idea if I left without being prepared, actually I don't exactly recommend going unless you are trained in the outdoors. Making shelter, eating, cooking, and keeping warm from scratch was hard.

I started out in Alaska, and I intended on traveling around all over North America, after that I was planning on heading to South America, then over to England. I wanted to settle down, just not yet...

Anyways, on my way down from Alaska I found a guy, who happened to be Chris. He was hungry, so being the person I was, I shared my food with him. I couldn't just leave him. So he came with my on my journey, and this was probably about 7 months into my journey across North America.

Him and I barely talked anymore though, we don't get along much anymore either. At first it was fun, but now there is just nothing left, there is like no relationship between us almost. He does talk about settling down a lot, but I would always tell him the same thing. 'Then go settle down. It was nice knowing you.'

I guess I'm starting to come off like a bitch, I'm not... not a big one anyways. I just never wanted to get close to anyone because it would just be too hard to leave them when it all came down to it.

I took a deep breath throwing a stick into the first. I jumped when I felt a spark hit my hand. I frowned looking down at my hands, they were cut, burned and scared from this trip. I bet that they were infected too. They were clean about 4 days ago, that was the last time I showered too. I know it's kind of disgusting, but what can I do? I don't have a portable shower.

The cuts on my hands were from my knife, every place I went, I would carve my name into a tree. 'Eden, Wed. Dec. 22nd' I carved into the only to twitch and cut my finger. I watched as the blood ran down my skin. I wasn't what you would call pale, but I wasn't tanned either. I was right in between all of that.

Not only did I carve my name into trees, I also drew a lot. I had a drawing book it had foxes, rabbits, squirrels, wolves, clouds, trees, mountains, waterfalls, you name it I had it if it were nature.

"I caught some fish!" I heard a deep husky voice exclaim. I jumped and looked over to see Chris holding four fish, I was really hungry. I felt my stomach rumble. "Let's cook them then go to sleep." I muttered loud enough only so Chris could barely hear me.

After eating him and I ate we got into our tents, no we did not share tents, and fell asleep as soon as our heads hit the pillows.