A belt spirals by you driven by it's heavy and huge buckle. A shoe careens off a tree but you clear of its blow. Rocks start sailing all about. This barrage of hurtled objects slows the inbred mutant looking rednecks down. you escape across the river, splashing in knee deep water. Up and around a island hill. Up the river wall climbing on the rusted out old cars that line it. You are in a wild grass area. Speckled with groves of trees. You make off grove to grove and you are well clear of the wild lands people. But you are more lost then ever.