Nov 17, 2016 8:35 am
After regrouping, the crew continues on it's journey a little worse for wear. A few hour pass as the route takes them past alternating scenes of overgrown farmland and what was once rural residential areas.
It is midday and the sun peaks through the canopy of the trees. The sound of their breath and footsteps is interrupted by a faint tinny noise somewhere in the area past the trees to the east. As you continue walking, you realize that it's the trumpet solo from Johnny Cash's Ring of Fire being played over and over again...poorly.
It is midday and the sun peaks through the canopy of the trees. The sound of their breath and footsteps is interrupted by a faint tinny noise somewhere in the area past the trees to the east. As you continue walking, you realize that it's the trumpet solo from Johnny Cash's Ring of Fire being played over and over again...poorly.
