So, a shitfaced fladdermasken tries sneaking into a campsite after having failed to bribe security to let him stay one night in exchange for a cheap sort of torn up decade old phone. Drunk as shit, now quite hotheaded, hits the road alongside the fence. Idea kicks in, like a mallet to the face. "I can jump that fence."
Fence sharp and incisive, fladdermasken also. Climbing, climbing, knuckles bleeding, tumbling over what appears to be barbed wire. Shirt torn to shreds, "who cares, I did it!"
Victory quite sour, sirens closing in. Where from? Like the nasty fucking tail of a jägger bomb. Security grabs him, escorts him out. Rinse and repeat until lights out.
Wakes up in a ditch. Mud on face, mud in mind. Meets up with some guy. Bag full of cans, who's to complain? Follows tail, coattails on the booze back, piggybacks for more. 4 AM, finds a couple nice benches. Pukes his guts out, rolls over, not noticing the signposts and fences.
"
Restricted Military Area"
6 AM, woken up by grouchy dickhead; formally dressed for kicking asses out of bed. fladdermasken, weak and wimpy, forced out to walk the road once more. Knowing not where he is, knowing not where to go, head split open, kind of wishing for the deathblow.
Far, far, far away from home.
and hit my head on a pole.
Called it. <3