The police may have been the obvious choice to make, but just getting their attention would probably kill you. The best course of action, you felt, was to gather what materials you could and survive the night. You backed away from the road and towards the black and grey mountains that were the crackhead's soles. You had a checklist to follow and it would need to be done efficiently and as quickly as possible before she woke up again. Luckily on all the materials were on one foot, a crumpled candy wrapper fused to her cracked heel, a flat splinter of wood on the ball of her foot and finally a couple hairs on and between her toes. You slowly approach the heel, holding your breath, you gripped the jagged cracks in the calloused flesh and pulled yourself up against the wretched heel. The smell was atrocious, had this lady ever worn shoes before??? Using the lines of her footprint, you made your way to the candy wrapper. You clenched the corner and started to pull but noticed left over bits of melted gummy material had glued the wrapped to her foot. Reluctantly, you bring your head to the candy and bite off a chunk loosing its grip. The taste was sweet with a noticeable hint of dirt and feet, trying to keep the tainted sugary substance down, you bite off some more until you were able to pry off the wrapper and drop it to the ground. You knew you'd be hungry later and without entering the gas station you had to be resourceful. So, with a sick stomach, you lapped up the rest of the melted candy still stuck to the grimy skin of her heel. As soon as your tongue makes contact, the salty, grainy texture violently assault your tastebuds. Instead of stealing extra sustenance, you threw up the contents of your stomach all over the dirty skin. You can't believe you just licked the repugnant sole of a crackhead's foot, for what even, a few extra calories??? Your ascent takes you up past the arch of her foot to it's ball. As you climb, the subconscious movement of her toes occasionally rains down dust and lint over you. The splinter is easier to pry out and you trust it's durable enough to survive the fall to the ground from here. Finally you reach the toes. yanking a few hairs from a chunk of toe jam, you notice the disfigured remains of one of those ants stuck fast to the hard underbelly of her big toe. Paying your respects to your long lost adversary, you wrap the hairs around you and plot your descent from the foot. As you are about to climb down, you notice the two police officers exit the gas station on your left and turn to approach you!?! They must be wanting to question this woman, which means she'll wake up! which means you're soon to be squashed!!! You have two choices, you could sneak through her toes and climb up the woman's leg, or try your hardest to get down as fast as possible. You...