How I ended up there? I do not know. Did I return to civilization? I eventually did. I remembered hearing the howling of the bats, the wooing of the winds and the footsteps of many small creatures. I felt as if I was walking through a jungle or maybe a nightmare. I thought I saw a man. I felt safe for an instant but then the thought frightened me. He might hurt me, but no, it was not a man. It was just a monumental statue.
As I walked along this lonely road, I passed broken down houses that seemed to be once lived in. The windows were broken, weeds were growing on the exterior and it seemed to have been the remains of a natural disaster, perhaps a war. This road appeared seldom traversed.
There was no one in sight, there was not a light. There was not a single thing that suggested civilization. The road had many holes and it lacked signs. It was a place that people definitely kept away from. That was evident. My only companions on this road were the howling bats, the footsteps of those unknown creatures and the wind whistling through the high grasses on either side in a manner that seemed to speak to me. It was telling me “this is no place for a young girl.” The street lamps were either not working or destroyed. There was a bundle of dry grass blowing across the road reminding me of one of those old western movies. It was impossible to walk on the sidewalk because there were huge puddles of water and potholes filled with slimy mud.
This road finally turned into a dirt track that led to a vacant lot, which had an old sign saying “parking lot,” the one sign on this road. I was constantly looking back in the distance to see if I saw anyone or if anyone was following me. I stood at the center of the lot, looked around, and realized that I was alone. I did not even have the comfort of the animals to make me feel safe. I was all alone at the end of that lonely road.