You have only been here three days. But you have not eaten anything and the only time you drank beer you puked it back up. The swill tasted like acid barf. Your eyes sting all the time from the intense acid puke in the air. You throat and nose sting from breathing the fucking air. But as you are walking across the long long bridge a storm brews. The heavy winds stir the fumes of the burning vomit moat and gusts of stinging wind make your skin rare like its sun burnt. You are driven back to town of Sicksup to find shelter.