The Long Walk was the place to go if you wanted to fuck up your feet and legs.

Especially if you were dumb like Patrick Smith and decided to pull up to The Long Walk with Converse shoes.

Genuinely, who goes on a walk for their life wearing Converse shoes?

Patrick did and now, he was paying the price for it.

It had rained during the night and his shoes were soaked. And now, he had trench foot. His white socks were turning red from the blood of all the blisters and open wounds that scattered his feet. All he felt right now, was pain. Walking next to him, you could hear his muffled cries, and the wet noise his shoes made.

"My feet...my-...my feet."

He whined lowly, pure pain in his voice.