With each right step, a squelching sound would decide to resonate. At first it seemed like it was all just in his head-- a mere fragment of imagination, so he disregarded it. Hands residing in his hollow pockets, his stature upright. Continuously chiding to himself that this wasn’t worth sweating over. But as time passed, it increasingly became more aggravating, the sound heightening with every step. He gritted his teeth in vexation and taking a quick turn into a nearby vacant space. Having had no intentions of losing his mind anytime soon, he propped himself aloft a brick wall to maintain his balance.
Lifting his leg and promptly afterwards grabbing the sides of his boot, the general location being where his calves would be located, to gain a better insight on the culprit below. Which happened to be a severely compressed hamburger that was beyond recognizable. Not having the slightest memory where he had encountered such a travesty, all he could do was shrug and move on.
“Damn burger... makin’ me think I was losin’ my mind.” He murmured as he proceeded to discard each independent piece, by discarding he meant throwing it into the air and letting gravity do its part. Having not observed his surroundings, a red-haired stranger would be entering a war zone as particles of the burger begun to speed its way to the ground. It was all up to gravity to choose the fate which lies before him: one filled with demise or relief?