14 FREE(DAMN)
“Yuck! I’m almost wishing we were still in Hell.” Jay flicked a gooey brown-green substance from his finger.
“You’re more than welcome to go back if you want,” Gee replied, kicking away a wrangled piece of toilet paper from under his foot and wiping it against the graffiti-painted brick wall of the long arched alley.
Every step of ours squished another imprint into the muddy human excrement path that lay ahead of us. We’d left a trail for anyone to follow us if they chose, but this wasn’t exactly breadcrumbs or a yellow-brick road. In fact, it was more of a green-brown, clay-brick road, which I doubted anyone would embark on by choice. Heck, it was reminiscent of the bathrooms at any music festival after six o’clock in the evening. I concluded that we’d be safe for now.
