Shitty luck seemed to be the only thing taking the wheel over Rick's life now — sleeping through four different alarms, having the toaster burn his bread, running out of gas in the middle of traffic, being late on the first day of the job — it was a plain disaster. At least it couldn't get worse, right?

But oh boy, did it get worse.

Somehow, Rick managed to find himself in the middle of a park with a map that he had no idea how to read in his hands. It didn't help how the place was practically void of people, with no one around he could ask for help.

"Oh, shit." He cursed under his breath, defeated.