She thought back,<span style="font-style: italic"><span style="color: #FFBFFF">Like that merry-go-round in that other abandoned park. I rode on one of them. It's surface felt similar to that fragment.</span></span><br/><br/>After a while of lightly running around, left and right, circling around the borders and areas of both empty and lush lands and concrete, she finally found it - through some brushes, she came upon the park. And she saw a broken riding horse that was in pieces. Its white ear missing. And its other remaining ear the same design as the missing ear.<br/><br/>It was on that other street a couple nights ago as the gang came upon this place. She spotted it underneath the light of a lamppost, an undistinguishable white plastic fragment shaped like a vein-less leaf with its edges upturned, making it look like a hopeless scooping tool at first glance, the earpiece, that is. As the gang walked in front of her, she quickly bent down to pick it up, now located in her bag. Mira had given a lucky guess, and, with nights of sneaking out and observing the area whilst avoiding the walking dead, had earned a lucky find.<br/><br/>It was on one of those nights, behind a tree, she saw the water fountain, but with the sights of the dead wondering around, not in the park but in the areas she explored before her, she had bet that there were perhaps more hiding in the darkness - misfortune waiting to be made if Mira made a mistake - a surprise grab, or a quietly moving rotting corpse to attack her at any moment at the time. And so she had to go back to the hideout. But now, she's able to fully investigate the place with some more clarifying luminescence.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="color: #FFBFFF">Now thinking about it, there <span style="text-decoration: underline">were some</span> zombies, where are they now?</span> </span>This park; A castle-themed playground designed with fake gray stones and three mini-stories tall. At the other areas, seven sets of swings were left still and unmoving. The fairly large playground had a couple slides, wavy, spiral-like, and tunnel kinds, all of them with rainbow colors. There were ladders, monkey bars, wall climbing,  teeter-totters, and that circular thing on the ground with n-shaped bars to grab on as someone spins the thing for you. There were also those animals that stuck out of the ground supported by a metal thing, meant for riding them back and forth. Sandboxes with small, straw-yellow sand dunes, like a bird view of a Sahara dessert. The flooring of the playground was of dark dirt. And then there were those ... playthings that looked like a giant plumber's drain cleaner stuck upside down into the ground. She had seen people sitting in them, but it was surely for the fun of it.<span style="font-style: italic"><span style="color: #FFBFFF">I guess they do look kind of comfortable?</span></span>Colorfully spotted and striped Mushroom-shaped stools were at the perimeters of the areas and so were the sky-blue benches. There's also a white table that had sliced tree trunks being the seats surrounding it. Lastly, there were those chained bars sets and courts for volleyball and basketball. The white volleyball net, interestingly, yet to be ruined.<br/><br/>The playground seemed to be running out of it's years. Everything had overgrown weeds clutching its form as well as dirt and dirty particles that traveled from the air and onto their surfaces. Vines covered<span style="font-style: italic">everything</span>, it was surely Mother Nature taking back what was once hers, trying to take the artificial creation back into decomposing green. Everything looked as if the ground was<span style="font-style: italic">truly</span>going to engulf the area - similar to a rising water intending to crash down a sand castle - ultimately becoming demolished. Huge feet-tall patches of clover ran wild everywhere - the biggest patch in the center of the playground, almost as if it's slowly 'consuming' the little mighty castle itself in the time motion of a plant's world. She takes a note to herself,<span style="color: #FFBFFF"><span style="font-style: italic">No zombies ...</span></span>And then, there was the water fountain.<br/><br/>It too was covered with vines and dirt on its sides - it also had dents around it from the pressure of the overgrown vegetation's weight and dominated space - but the mouthpiece of it remained clean. She went up to briefly press a plate, and watched as the water came out clear. She did it again to taste test it with the end of her tongue. It was reasoning - if it tasted bad, then it must be bad. But no, the water was still fresh. She drank it heartily, and thought as she drank,<span style="font-style: italic"><span style="color: #FFBFFF">Once I show them this, the girls should definitely be happy! Food! Water!</span></span>