endless rows of gap-toothed facades. It could be a park, or at the very least a way to further confuse my path of escape for anyone tracking me. I have not yet risked a look behind me in my breakneck dash, but the possibility is strong that my stinky friends are not far behind. A tempting target would not be so easily abandoned, especially after losing me in what should have been an easy capture. With a deep intake of air I push myself to run again, veering across the street and towards the outcropping of green.
Nature has not always dealt admirably with the ravages of our civilization, particularly in heavily industrialised and built-out cities like this one, but in this particular case I had struck a vein of luck once again. The lure of the green poking out between the buildings expanded into a sizable park as I drew near, with heavily overgrown brush and scores of trees. There may have been a path here once but it's been decades since anyone has used it and I just tear through the brush, mindless of the protesting jabs and tears of the plants I trample through. If I make it out of this situation alive, I can always scavenge a new outfit, it's hardly a pressing concern. As I press deeper into the park, the vegetation grows thicker and my pace is forcibly slowed. There's no sign of anyone behind me, but I continue to press on, taking a right turn into the thickest of the brush I've seen in the park. The light is actually dimmer here, and the contrast between this unexpected stronghold of nature and the city surrounding it is actually somewhat shocking. I'm still stumbling on my own personal haphazard path, and I know I have to rest soon or pass out without the benefit of seclusion from my pursuers.
Nature has not always dealt admirably with the ravages of our civilization, particularly in heavily industrialised and built-out cities like this one, but in this particular case I had struck a vein of luck once again. The lure of the green poking out between the buildings expanded into a sizable park as I drew near, with heavily overgrown brush and scores of trees. There may have been a path here once but it's been decades since anyone has used it and I just tear through the brush, mindless of the protesting jabs and tears of the plants I trample through. If I make it out of this situation alive, I can always scavenge a new outfit, it's hardly a pressing concern. As I press deeper into the park, the vegetation grows thicker and my pace is forcibly slowed. There's no sign of anyone behind me, but I continue to press on, taking a right turn into the thickest of the brush I've seen in the park. The light is actually dimmer here, and the contrast between this unexpected stronghold of nature and the city surrounding it is actually somewhat shocking. I'm still stumbling on my own personal haphazard path, and I know I have to rest soon or pass out without the benefit of seclusion from my pursuers.
