Snippet #1717737

Walking down the open street of this chunk of suburbia hardly looked different than any other chunk of suburbia that I had seen in the last few days. I reach into my bag and produce a plastic water bottle, about half full. I pulled the bandana down from my mouth and took a sip from the bottle and recapped it looking at the street sign above me. The sign read "Riverside Road". I tilted my head at the sign, I didn't remember a Riverside Road being part of the planned path. I knelt down and pulled the map from my bag pouring through them to find the right map. Sure enough I had mixed two of them around and managed to get almost half of this small town off of my path.

"Fuck," I muttered rolling up the map and shoving it back into my bag.

As I stuffed the bag closed I hear a giddy burst of laughter and rummaging in the nearby house. I pulled the bandana back up over my mouth and dumped my bag into the nearby hedges sliding up to the side of the door. It hung slightly ajar and through it I could see fleeting movement. I gently pushed the door open a bit more...