Standing there staring at the sign and thinking that it can't be right, it suddenly dawns upon you that the two paths probably just curl around and meet at the park exit. Patting yourself on the back for what you deem to be a very wise deduction, you start to head down one of the paths, when another seemingly brilliant idea hits you. If both paths wind around and eventually meet, it would probably be faster to just go straight through the underbrush and bypass the meandering trail branches altogether. Patting yourself on the back again without realizing how stupid a person looks when literally patting themselves on the back, you decide that there's no sense in wasting time and scoot past the sign, beginning the trudge through the underbrush beyond.
At first the going is easy, with only the usual trees and occasional path of thistle to contend with. However, the farther you walk the more resistance you begin to encounter, with several brier patches keeping you from heading in the straight line which you had been attempting to pursue. Despite the increasingly thorny state of your chosen path, you steadfastly continue to follow it, thinking that the exit to the park must be just over the next rise.
Just as the idea that the sign back where you diverged from the path could've been pointing toward two different exits manifests itself in your brain, you manage to spot what looks to be the top of a roof up ahead. Your persistence apparently having paid off, you rally your energy reserves and break into a jog until you can see the building in more detail. Turning out to be more than a simple groundskeeping station, to your surprise you find that the structure is a dilapidated church. Skirting the edge of the building, you make your way around to the entrance and find that the large doors of the house of worship stand ajar, though no sign that anyone actually occupies the property is present. Glancing inside, you can see the standard rows of pews, wide central aisle, and large altar which most churches can lay claim to. Seeing nothing remarkable inside, you glance about the yard outside and can see a dirt road leading off into the woods and presumably back to civilization.
You consider going into the church; as run-down as it may be, there may be a phone inside, and you're getting a bit weary from all of the walking you've been doing. Of course, a main road could be just out of eyeshot past the treeline, and if you managed to make it to a highway you could undoubtedly hitch a ride from someone. Just as you are coming to a decision, a shuffling noise sounds around on a side of the church which you have not yet investigated. Could someone be there?