The old man had told me before I left to follow the beaten path and not to stray, but I wasn’t sure what he meant until I reached the edge of town, the one I had always called home. Civilization itself seemed to end there, as there was no sign of any buildings within sight. All there was to see was miles upon miles of waist-high grass, weeds, and any other kind of grassy foliage, with the exception of the path staring me down directly in front of me. So this is the beaten path? I questioned myself only to find I didn’t have the answer. I had no choice but to take the old man’s advice and follow the only clue I had..