He was in town– finally! And that meant he could go see his friend (best friend, at that), for the first time in a while. Since they parted ways back in Monte d'Or, the two had been quite busy. Randall knew his life with Angela and Henry had become so time consuming as of late, that he hadn’t found any spare minutes to come visit his dearest friend, Hershel.
But that was changing today! Randall could feel his excitment bubbling up inside him as he reached the familiar walk way to the all too familiar home.
“Yes, almost there! Can’t wait to see the look on his face!” He sing-songed out loud. And once he saw the house… he couldn’t contain himself any longer.
The red-head took off in a sprint, running toward the home like a child would run to a candy shop–eyes wide and filled with nothing but joy! He was so exasperated, that he ran himself straight into the fence—….
….and that was his first mistake. Not being able to control his speed, the male let out a startled yelp as he tripped into the gate–the doorway slamming itself open with a loud crash.
But that would soon be the least of his worries.
In order to brace his fall, he threw his hands out in front of himself. Luckily, Hershel’s sturdy mailbox was there! Randall hit the post harshly, a groan escaping him as he did. “Aaggh… Well.. at least I only, probably, damaged the fence.”
He leaned himself over the mailbox with a deep sigh. Not quite the entrance he imagined but he could make it work. However… to Randall’s dismay, he suddenly heard a crack.
Followed by a louder one.
And then he felt the entire mailbox tipping over, his body following it onto the ground with a heavy thud.
Wonderful. Maybe Hershel wouldn’t be home and be could fix this before anyone saw him? God, he could hope.