Act Four: Chapter Eighteen: The Rotting Hill
Axel Advert,
Each morning my grandfather was the first one to wake up. He would go and take care of the cattle and grandmother would wake up later to make breakfast. So between that, I had a good two hours. thankfully I had my bike here as well since I came here every year, I kept it in the garage. It was still in good condition and that morning I sneaked out with my bike into the woods.
I took our family's hunting trail, which was most familiar to me. I paddled slowly up the trail and taking in the smell of the trees. Until a slight disgusting smell hit me. After which I got off my bike and followed it on foot. Until reaching a stipe hill, I left my bike at the foot of the hill and scaled up the hill.