Chapter 11, Road to Journey

He introduced his pathetic corpse of a human atmosphere to the next stage. Atop an unusual welcoming of a valley that stretched countless of miles away supported by a long mish-match of one road that trailed straight, conjuring some curves along the way to some unknown journey.

Estimating the distance he had to most likely travel, he exhaled a fleeting breath of frustration, clenching his fist firmly except the left that was crisped to exposing wounds wrapped in bandages.

The scenery was incomprehensibly relaxing, sadly he couldn't grasp the full view as it was pure darkness on the left.

Kefir felt lulled to this sense of security that maybe, just maybe he could finally take a shit that he had been holding on to for the past days…

Yes, this did feel like the right time to take a shit in this place where the sky beamed in blue compared to the crimson sky.

He could feel the smooth jazz begging to be released to showcase its melody from his ass.

'Papa? Why are you just standing there listlessly?" The voice questioned in wonder.

Kefir smirked bitterly, "Buddy, just shush for now alright? Papa needs to release the musical orchestra from his ass"

'Papa, what is ass-' interrupted by Kefir, the voice remained silent like an obedient child.

"Shhhhh, just simmer down and let me do my professional business over there near the small bush." He placed his pointy finger to his mouth, proceeding to the bushes.

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Kefir sighed in relief, utilizing some bits of his cloth as assistance to his crowning of exposure. He trailed down the valley, stepping foot onto the roads.

Dispersing his eye to the land of grass and gales of wind. This region seemed to be a farmland of sorts or somewhat familiar to that as he couldn't see any barns except old crusty planks of wood that planted itself firmly on edges of the road, acting the role of fences.

It honestly felt like a fever dream for Kefir, the amount of difference from the first and the previous levels to this was incomparable. Therefore, reinforcing and stifling his guard.

An eerie feeling coiling itself— a snake slithering throughout his body, sharpening its fangs, prepared to spread its venom anytime.

His rustled hair flowed through the passage of wind, following him with wavering steps as Kefir proceeded his walk— gradually more items or crates began to appear in all different positions.

Some knocked over, spilling its contents whereas others were piled 2-3, stacked on each other at the edges of the road; dusted in its former prominence.

Kefir did loot the boxes he deemed worthy of inspection while progressing his movements. There weren't many note-taking discoveries he made; delving deep into the boxes except he did gain one item.

A single bottle of what he guessed was whiskey. The brand name was scratched off however the remaining label did state it was a whiskey of sorts.

Enclosing his right hand on the whiskey that radiated its past prominence. Something else caught his attention as he stared far into the horizon.

There was a truck— crashed into a couple fences that split into pieces, laying here like a seductive creature, urging him to inspect it.

Kefir slapped himself, what the hell was he thinking just that moment, seductive? Just… *sigh*, he was definitely going mad for sure.

Glimpsing back to the truck, a tingling joy unknown to despair or hope hovered over his head.

If that truck had its keys still inside. It was gonna be the golden ticket for Kefir like Charlie and The Chocolate Factory— a ticket for a ride on this damned road.