Return to The Path of Possible Peril: A Sense of Doom!

So we went back. Natalie and I took a mutual friend, Kristen with us this time. We made sure to go back at 9 at night without a flashlight save the app of an iPhone. I don't know where to begin so I will continue the rest of the story in bullet points. The following can be applied to one or all of us:

• The playground was still creepy.
• No, that's not a snake right in front of you, it's just a crack in the pavement. Bring your glasses next time. I should talk, I still had no light or weapon.

Of course I drew that snake from scratch but the crack is most definitely a photoshopped picture...

• There was a Beauty and the Beast moment as I described there wasn't in the last path post. In fact, I even mentioned how it was a Beauty and the Beast moment where we must decide between the obviously pitch black path of doom and the welcoming well lit path. We chose the path of doom. Of course.
• Two or three or ten guys shout something at you over a ditch in the pitch black park that drug dealers love to hang out in, don't answer, especially not by shouting, "I'm sorry. What? I can't understand you." And if they say "Hey, you girls wanna get high tonight?" then I guess the only thing to do is shout politely back "Oh. Um. No thank you." before running further into the darkness holding onto your pants so they don't fall down in your haste to flee alive. Chances are they are just mildly interested in trying to sell you pot and shrugged it off when you declined, on the other hand, they could have a killer T-Virus syringe disguised as heroin and they are currently running ninja style to murder you/turn you into a zombie. Better safe than sorry.

Almost incredibly accurate.

• Almost get distracted by other cool dark path that would most definitely take us to the middle of nowhere where the demonic witches burn fields or something but decide that it might be better to go an hour out of our way through a safely lit neighborhood so at to elude the Umbrella Corporation.
• Cats are too adorable not to take a minute or two to pet even when fleeing said evil murderous corporation.
• Experience Matrix deja vu moment with plumbing vans.
• Arrive safely to destination with slightly sore feet, flushed cheeks, and no regrets.
• The end.

Also, all three of us felt incredibly awkward at a friend's passion party (nipple cream, dildos, what are those metal balls for? Nevermind I think I just zoned out to my safe place) so the walk was the best alternative. We're not cool enough to face 23 women describing self made orgasms and vagina exercises, so we faced almost certain zombification instead. Now you're one step closer to understanding me and my close friends and one giant leap, oh, I see, you're just running away. It's cool, it's only potentially awkward don't worry about it.