The Odd Hike

My feet made contact with the gravel below, me stopping for a moment to admire the view I that was in front of me. It felt good to breath in the air of this wonderful side of Earth.

So much wonderful when you're completely alone like me, and not be disturbed by the booming voiceboxes of extroverts.

Unfortunately even I know that a mountainside I was currently at didn't really have a place to fill in water, let alone a place to buy a new bottle of water. My own flask of water was dying out, and it was a long walk back down.

I knew I should have packed more bottles in case my flask were to be empty like right now, so empty that not even air is coming out of it.

I checked my phone to see what time it was. Late afternoon. In addition, I looked up to see what was trending. Apparently there's been news of a man suspected to be one of two thieves that committed a robbery, and he was found buried alive just outside the apartment he was living in. Several theories have been brought up as to how he ended up there: the strange being called Nimble.

I didn't think much about it. Extremely unlikely that a force of weirdness had something to do with the thief's strange death. I put my phone back into my pocket, and thought about the forest that was to my right. Maybe there's a riverstream, just a tiny bit of water. Sure it's not filtered, but I can't go on being dry.

Sure enough I was right after 5 minutes of walking, there was a riverstream. Even if it was narrow and small, but the amount of pristine clean water it had. It was like one of those water bottle commercials, and it was right in front of my eyes.

Wouldn't hurt to drink a tiny bit, I thought as I scooped some into my flask, I could run back to the nearest person that sells water later.

I gulped down the amount of riverstream water and went back onto the path.

The path was different though. I began to realize this when I did hear any rubble scraping against the soles of my shoes. Looking down, the ground was brown, and soft, almost like bread.

Wait.

I bent down and squished the ground, then I pulled out a chunk of the bread like ground. Smelling it, I got the aroma of cinammon into my nostrils. Smelt so damn good! And when I plunged it into my mouth, it was equally better.

"Good afternoon!" I heard several voices clashing together and I turned to my left. I saw some flying toasters. Literal gray toasters with wings on the side of their, uh "body"

I felt a force from the back of my head and I saw a toaster flying away. "Sorry!" it said as I shook my head and began to regain my consiousness.

When I regained my posture, I noticed the view was slightly higher than usual. Then I looked down at my feet, along with the distance between myself and the mountain below. I turned around to go back down.

There was no path down.

"HELP"" I shouted so loud that birds flew past me and my voice echoed at the view in front of me.