It’s been a long long time since you’ve left your trailer. A change of pace is probably good for you. Your alcohol is completely gone too, so that’s a motivator. Maybe you could get someone to buy some or give some to you.
The door creaks shut and is quiet when it closes. The only thing you have worth stealing is in your pocket, nice and sharpened, just in case.
There doesn’t really seem to be anyone just wandering about when you reach the trailer park. It’s silent and cold and dark, of course there’s no one there. You just walk around with your hands shoved into your pockets, hoping someone will take pity on your sober ass.