[b]"I wish I could have seen his place before all...this happened. I mean seriously, all those stories about central park and it's incredible atmosphere. The joggers running throughout the day, the picnics that were scattered across the field. This place seemed like the best place for someone like myself. At least, that's what it looked like from pictures I saw..."[/b] Rico looked up at Rachael as she rambled on about he great inspiration this place could offer, and how she always dreamed of at least seeing this place for herself. Rachael stopped in the middle of a step, making Rico jerk in his little carrier. [b]"You hear that Rico?"[/b] It was nothing. Rachael must have been imagining things from the reaction she got from her pet mouse. She had traveled through the park aimlessly, finally stopping at what once was a pond. The water had trees and weeds rowing out of it, and moss coated the top like a child in a blanket. The pond was no longer considered a pond, but more of a swamp. She sat down at the edge of the "pond" and laid out her jacket to sit on. the water and algae made the ground rather moist. She laid her jacket down, and after, she laid her hoodie on top. She was left with no protection, sitting in the park only in her spaghetti strap that was riddled with hole along the bottom. 

She pulled out a stainless steel crowbar and placed it beside her, just in case any wanderers tried picking a fight. The air was very humid his close to the swamp, making her sweat uncomfortably. But it was nice. The air had a slight breeze in it, and the ambient noises made it all the more tranquil. Sometimes she thought she could hear footsteps, but she thought it was her mind playing tricks like earlier. She sat in the park eating and finishing her chewy cereal tossing the box in the gross water. The box didn't drift or move it sat in the same spot her whole time. It must have been the thick layer of algae preventing it from moving. 

After a few minutes Rachael decided to check inventory. This was usually a good idea after a good loot. She found multiple cans of food, because the labels had fallen off it was hard to tell what was inside them. She opened one and found a can of spam. She disregarded the taste as she stuffed her face with the slimy meat. She was in bliss. She thought nothing could destroy his moment.[b]"Rico, I think we just hit the jackpot."[/b] She said with a half full mouth of food.[b]"here taste this, I know you'd like it a lot.'[/b] She sat in the green grass, as she fed her mouse. Looking out to the swampy pond. She closed her eyes trying to relax. She felt like nothing could touch her, all that existed was gone and the only thing that remained is the sound of the earth.