OOC:
Since we're both in the Writing Workshop I'll try the RP.
In the fading sunluight, Sal looks at the map, and tries to take as much in as he possibly can before the night really begins to fall.
"OK, I think I got it," he mutters, and looks off in the direction he thinks will get him back to his car. He looks over at Melvin, sighs, and whispers,
"I hope to God I'm right." Absentmindedly, he puts his hand down by his phone hoping he can use it as a light, even if he can't use it it's intended purposed. "C'mon, Melvin. I'm pretty sure I know where to go." He extends his hand for the child to take and adds, "I'm sorry this has happened to you. Let's just get out of here, and get this whole thing over with." With the child in tow, they pick there way as best as they're able. Despite the absurdity of the nights events, Sal still can't help worrying about mosquitoes and tics.
"Here's hoping that freakshow draws more of the parasites than I do. God knows he deserves them." The night itself isn't so bad, but the lack of a clear path makes the whole thing a little more difficult that he ever would have wanted to be.
That last little bit of sunlight though might just have been enough to orient me to where I needed to go. Thankfully, I split when I did.