Being homeless did have its benefits on days like this. It was raining softly, lightly. Darien had managed to find a light green winter jacket donated, which he wore on top of his usual brown hoodie. With black skinny jeans, his red skater shoes and equally bright ass red beanie on his head (and his backpack glued to him at all times, as usual), the Shelter was driving him literally insane. He had to get out, and this was his favorite weather. How could he not go for a walk? Being homeless meant no responsibilities .. he could do as he pleased, when he pleased.
The sun was barely rising when he started his walk, heading south. He looked at the graffiti, the way the buildings changed to little houses and that of a suburb. It reminded him of his own town; small, quiet, rural. The funny thing was he could still look over his shoulder and see the city. This place was a mixture of everything, and everyone. Something that was new to Darien and he wanted to soak it all in. All of it.
He was looking at some billboard about the crime rate when a small child ran in front of him, tugging on his coat to get his attention. "Can you help me? My ball went into the forest and my parents say it's a bad place, I can't go there." The little girl points, and Darien notices the lush, though eerie trees. They were at the city limits now and he never realized it. "Okay? Um, what color is it?" She tells him it's red, like his shoes. She's clearly impatient, and something about her gives him the chills. Childen of the Corn, damn she's creepy. "Okay, I'll go get it for you. Wait here?"
Walking over, he sees it's an incline that is covered in thick brush. He can hear a stream is down there. He looks back to see the little girl standing there, waving at him. She's so fucking creepy! With a sigh, he begins to make his way down. Grabbing bushes, eventually ending up on his ass and sliding the rest of the way. It was slick and muddy from the rain, and when he reaches the bottom, it's dark because of the tall trees and he can see the little stream he heard. He looks around, not seeing a red ball. In fact, he sees nothing but rocks and dirt. "ARE YOU SURE IT WENT DOWN HERE?!" He yells as loud as he can and waits. He gets no reply. Then he realizes he doesn't hear anyone, or anything. Not even any birds.
Fuck this. He starts walking along beside the stream, hands in his pockets, making a plan to try and get as far away from that little girl. Except there was no trail to follow and he was now blindly in the forest. He wanted to walk just a little bit, keeping to the incline on his left and eventually he'd climb it, get out, and head back to the Shelter. Well, that's the plan.