To be honest, the road was in deed, going on and on, to no avail.
Man, it felt like hours. Even my thigh did hurt after getting on a bike after a long time, but my aim stood straight, and so did Kinze's, soon we reached the borders of Bilbao, the beloved city of Spain, known high for its crime index, and as well as the booze that stood in here.
"Okay, I remember going west by the forest's end, where a gas station resided." said Kinze while driving. "Okay, fine, go that way then." replied. "That's the thing, I can't... the forest is blocked, patrols have surrounded it's structures over some animal attack, we're gonna have to get through it by another way." said Kinze.
"How?" I asked.
"Remember Austin from Gold with the ghost? well, before he died, his uncle used to work by the place
