You decide to go down the trail. Part of you knows its an incredibly stupid thing to do, but the possibly still drunk part of you wants to see what happens. The woods are cool and quiet, which steadies your nerves. After a while you begin to hear water running along somewhere nearby, although you can't see it. The dirt trail starts to turn sandy. A while later and you reach the source of the water- a tired old river trudging along, it appears, purely out of habit. Directly in front of you is the soggy remains of a long-broken wooden bridge. It se seems like the area along the river is walkable in both directions. You're dying for a drink, but the river water does not look even a little bit potable.

You take a more careful look to your left and notice a spray paint mark on a tree not too far away- a large white circle, with a smaller, bright blue circle in the middle. You don't see anything interesting to the right.