That alter, your still sure it's an alter is creepy. You decide to go back to the main dirt path and walk back to the road. Perfect silence, perfect stillness here. You reach the dirt road that cars go down. You back down this road back the way you came from. A beat up old truck is coming from ahead of you. You walk off the road on the grassy ridge before the scooped out ditch begins. The truck is full of whooping teenage red neck kids. The driver swerves at you doing fifty five getting within two inches of impact. Spraying your legs with little rocks and sand from the road. Honking loudly, turning up the stereo. You hear the redneck snarl of Kyle Deerbone singing, "Kick your ass". The bass so loud bolts vibrate off the truck to spin onto the road.