Mike doesn't know how long he's been walking for. All he knows is that this road never seems to end, either that or he's going the complete wrong way.
His pain hasn't ceased once, only increasing and spreading all over his whole body. He's tired, hungry and everything hurts. He expected nothing less from jumping off of that wall, but damn, he didn't think it would hurt this bad.
Maybe he broke something? It's very possible.
There were no streetlights on this road, it only lead deeper and deeper into the ominous forest. The forest was creepy as hell too, Mike heard owls, wolves, and a bunch of other things he didn't even want to know what creature it came from came from.
His steps were slow and staggered, probably why it was taking such a long time to get to his destination, which then again he had no idea where Windslow Apartments were. He couldn't look it up either because his stupid phone was of course, dead.
So, he's lost in the middle of nowhere with no food, no water, no sense of direction, no way to contact anyone. Maybe he's panicking a little bit, but he's trying to stay calm under the circumstances.
The safest bet is to just stay on this road and keep walking. He's practically dragging his feet from the amount of exhaustion he's facing right now, right now that lumpy mattress sounds pretty appealing. It would be far more comfortable than the cold and hard ground.
Mike what's nothing more than to eat some decent food, take a shower and lay in a comfortable bed. He didn't expect when he signed up for this whole Simulation thing, that he would be escaping from the lab where they held him hostage and walking to God knows where with many possible injuries.
The more he walked, the more his ankle began to throb. He's never broken a bone before or even sprained anything but the pain in his lower leg makes him think otherwise.
But he needs to suck it up until he sees some sort of human life form. So he keeps on walking, he's walking miles and miles without even noticing but he's desperate at this point. He just wants to be home... wherever that is.
About 2 hours later, he finally sees lights up ahead. The relief that as now flowing through his veins could've been unhealthy, but it only encourages him to walk a little bit faster.
It doesn't take long for him to reach a small gas station. The lights are dim and there are only a few cars parked in the parking lot. He's dying for something to drink, but the only thing is, he doesn't have any money. With a sigh, he keeps walking past his only chance to stop for probably a long time.
At least he's getting somewhat closer to civilization.
As his long journey continues, it's been about an hour since he passed the gas station and is whole body began to ache even more. Specifically the side he fell on, if he even went down to touch his ribs the pain was excruciating just having his hand hover over it. He thought the day couldn't possibly get worse, but no, he probably has at least 2 broken ribs.
Trying to push past the pulsing pain, he continued walking. Mike made a promise to himself about 3 miles back that he wouldn't stop until he reached the confined safety of his own home. Why did his post Simulation self ever agree to doing this? Little did he know he'd end up here.
Every step he took it's like his body was just telling him to stop, making everything damage all over again. Mike knew he needed to take a break, at least sit down somewhere but he wouldn't let himself until he got home. Whenever that was.
He could even be going the wrong way. Windslow Apartments could be in another town for all he knows! The only thing that he's relying on right now is his instincts, although they weren't tell him much, it at least was giving Mike some signal that they could be in the next town he reaches.
