Kapitel 27: Dirty Dealings Part 2 (Sam)

(Sam)

An hour later, hidden under cover of darkness, I push my bike the last few yards down an unmarked dirt walkway. The path, if you could even still call it a path, considering it had long since been abandoned by civilised society.

The smell of stale beer and piss hovering in the air around me like a second skin. It was barely wide enough for two men to stand shoulder to shoulder, with overgrown hedges on one side and an 8ft wall on the other, the floor littered with fallen branches, used needles, and empty canisters that constantly try to trip me.

But I made it work, navigating the too thin path with what little moonlight trickled between the breaks in the trees.