04-04-2020, 03:15 PM
for samara!
Sprawling back atop a large, flattish rock, Ezra surrendered to his harsh, grim reality: at that moment, he was hitting a low point in life. Like, scraping-across-the-sea-floor sort of low point. Dehydration and hypoglycemia, without a doubt, were most certainly taking over. It was incredible what one's body, when forced to run on the faintest of fumes, could forcibly accept. Never did he expect to find a boulder so comfortable.
He should've packed more granola bars. If he wasn't so sure devouring the brownie edible at the bottom of his backpack would be a death sentence considering its disorienting consequences, he'd shove it in his mouth for the carbohydrates alone.
Flopping an arm over his closed eyes, Ezra groaned. He'd always considered himself a fan of a good, solid hike: in LA, where hiking for most people constituted moderate-to-long walks on wide, paved paths. Sanded, maybe, if one wanted to really push it. See, the hiking he knew wasn't hiking like this; it wasn't whacking through thick brush, scrambling over dense rocky outcroppings, crossing fallen tree trunks, and risking his life every goddamn step of the way. The sooner he was out of the woods and back into civilization, the better. He missed cement.
That being said, he supposed it was time to get moving.
Looking up, Ezra glanced about for the next marker. Which he could've sworn was…
Ah, shit.
SUCK MY PEEPEE