The long road home

Keep Moving

"I just have to keep moving." Said Al, in an exasperated tone.

Door #2088 was a pretty shitty experience.

Giant ass birds, a cursed relic, and copious amounts of alcohol dont seem to mix.

As Al stood in front of Door #2089, he looked back on the past Doors. How many more untill he completely gave out? It didn't matter. As long as he had booze and his backpack, he felt fine.

When he opened the Door, the smell of rotten meat filled the air. All he could see was a dark room filled with a strange red substance. It wasn't blood, but it seemed like something he  didn't want. He decided to wait a couple hours for a new Door.

He didnt like waiting for new Doors. He only ever skipped a Door occasionally. He hated skipping Doors, but sometimes, it was necessary. He learned his lesson after the encounter with that tentacle monster in Door #312 because he saw something shiny when he opened the Door.

Al sat down in the grass. Well, it looked like grass. It was a purplish-red  and had arachnid creatures running through it. They were about the size of a housecat, and were very friendly, despite the scary appearance.

He pulled a can of booze out from his backpack. It had the words ShockTop IPA written on it, almost like it was made at home instead of at a brewery. He took a long drink, and threw the empty can into the tall grass.

He sat there with a somber look on his face. A whole 3 more hours untill the next Door. Fucking great. Just the thing today needed.

Suddenly, one of the spider-like creatures jumped up on him. He didn't flinch. He had been in this universe long enough to understand that these things wouldn't hurt a fly. He reached into his backpack, and fed it some bread he had.

The last bit of food he had.

The Whatever-It-Is ran back to its pack, and left Al there.

Alone.

With no food.

Whatever. As long as the next Door didn't suck ass, he could probably score some food. He might bum it off someone, or he might just steal some cookies from a store. He didnt care. He just wanted out of this universe.

He just wants to keep moving.

"Fuck." Am muttered to himself, while sipping on his final can of beer.

A few hours passed, and Al was finally ready to go.

He packed back up his shit, and summoned a Door. Door #2089. As he opened it, he saw a butcher shop on a street corner.

A nice place to stay and eat.

He quickly hopped into the next universe, hoping to forget about the last 2 Doors.