You walk straight down the path gun ready. You walk fast, jogging sometimes and then slowly back to a rapid walk. Something is scurrying in the branches ahead. you raise the gun and fire. A confetti of squirrel fur revealed by the light of the shotgun blast. Again and again you swivel and fire, killing animals, mostly squirrels but a innocent raccoon gets a death dose as well. The gun is empty now. But you are standing on the edge of the forest. Ahead is a travel rest stop area and beyond that three miles of farmer's field and the city the sweet sweet city.