You wait until the dark figure passes and heave a sigh of relief when he seems not to notice you in your barely adequate hiding place. To be sure he isn't doubling back, you wait a full two minutes before setting out. Your trail almost immediately forks and after a moment to consider, you take the path to your right. The unknown man had first appeared on the left, as far as you could tell, and you reason he'd probably come from some populated area and was likely heading home for the night.
You walk for about ten minutes before reaching another split. Your cell phone has barely any power left and you notice you aren't picking up a signal as you use the light to consult Rebecca's map once again. Glumly, you note nothing on the map aligns with the twisting paths before you. You choose the one to the left for no better reason than it's wider across and hopefully the moonlight will better illuminate your way.
Your feet sink into a thick mud before you even notice your path has abruptly ended. With a shock, you realize you've somehow found your way to the marsh. Horrified, you struggle to free yourself, but lose a shoe in the process. You have no intention of meeting your untimely demise in the same manner as your bank-robbing grandfather!
You know you're hopelessly lost. You stumble along the path until you find a small clearing. The ground is relatively dry and you huddle down under the meager protection of some low undergrowth.
You spend a miserable night waiting for the sun to rise. At dawn, you set out again, limping along until you miraculously come out of the forest on a lonely stretch of Glen Road. Although a few cars pass you, no one stops to offer help and by the time you reach home, you vow never to set foot in the Wheeler Game Preserve ever again.
You walk for about ten minutes before reaching another split. Your cell phone has barely any power left and you notice you aren't picking up a signal as you use the light to consult Rebecca's map once again. Glumly, you note nothing on the map aligns with the twisting paths before you. You choose the one to the left for no better reason than it's wider across and hopefully the moonlight will better illuminate your way.
Your feet sink into a thick mud before you even notice your path has abruptly ended. With a shock, you realize you've somehow found your way to the marsh. Horrified, you struggle to free yourself, but lose a shoe in the process. You have no intention of meeting your untimely demise in the same manner as your bank-robbing grandfather!
You know you're hopelessly lost. You stumble along the path until you find a small clearing. The ground is relatively dry and you huddle down under the meager protection of some low undergrowth.
You spend a miserable night waiting for the sun to rise. At dawn, you set out again, limping along until you miraculously come out of the forest on a lonely stretch of Glen Road. Although a few cars pass you, no one stops to offer help and by the time you reach home, you vow never to set foot in the Wheeler Game Preserve ever again.