Amanda looked around. She checked the left path. Then the right. She crouched down and looked through the mist along the floor, searching for tracks, or any sign of where the paths might lead.
When she found nothing, she stood in the center of the intersection, hands on her hips, searching left and right.
"Fuck this," she said.
She headed straight forward and pulled her rope from her backpack. She tied a lasso at the end and tossed it up into the branches of the hedge. Then she started trying to climb upwards, using the rope if it seemed secure, or if not, grabbing hold of the branches and doing it the old-fashioned way.
When she found nothing, she stood in the center of the intersection, hands on her hips, searching left and right.
"Fuck this," she said.
She headed straight forward and pulled her rope from her backpack. She tied a lasso at the end and tossed it up into the branches of the hedge. Then she started trying to climb upwards, using the rope if it seemed secure, or if not, grabbing hold of the branches and doing it the old-fashioned way.
