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The moon hung behind lengthy husks of cloud, which steamed up lethargically from the swamp. Ash grey grass lay withered beneath trees that stuck out of the dirt like skeleton bones, appearing as sharp cracks against what was visible of the night sky. And real bones littered the ground, hundreds of them for miles. So it was no surprise that another corpse lay among the field. But there was something different about this corpse, who lay there, with rotting flesh bound behind equally rotting fabric. And its hollowed eyes stared up into the night sky as if forever wondering just how it got here as it's place to rest and rot.
But soon the clouds became so robust the moon light was snuffed out, casting the world in pitch black. And those two hollowed eyes continued to look up into the world, until it's jaw dropped. Now those fleshy bones were screaming and gagging with shrieks of breath that terrified even the brave black birds and vultures that lingered so far into these wretched lands. It's fleshy fingers dug into the dirt, trembling and scraping as it tried to turn around, and once it was on it's side, the groans turn into something more like words, as a fleshy tongue became reborn behind its teeth. But its breath was taken away once more, as on its side it laid curled, the painful recomposition of its lungs and innards blooming into life. And by the time the clouds drifted by, and the world glowed once again in the night's haze, there, on the ground, lay a woman- dressed in nothing but the dried, husks of rags that once bond her dead form.
And she shivered at the cold and pushed herself up, curly black hair falling onto her shoulders as it gleamed in the moonlight. Bright, jade eyes peered around too, her vision bleary at first, but soon she began to realize that was simply fog. And the place around her looked very, very odd, and not anything like her tomb. And it was then she realized, with a gasp, she was not laying within her sarcophagi. And no matter how she turned, how furiously she fanned her hands through the thick fog, she could see nothing but the bare earth and bones before her.
It was then fear made her heart drop as she lifted a hand to her trembling lips. And as her mind raced on what to do, she called off softly into the night, "Hello?"
But the only reply was the echoing of her own voice and the sway of tall, dead grasses far away.
She tried her luck again, speaking louder, "Hello?"
But the reply was the same, and as she began to look around and realize just what sort of horrid place she had awoken, she grit her teeth and forced herself to rise. But she remain hunched, uneasy as she tried to examine the land around her. ANd as her bare feet took a few steps across the cursed grounds, she winced when her leg sunk into a soggy spot.
Withdrawing that foot, she grit her teeth and backed up onto the dryer land. She peered around again, trying to see if it was obvious where this swampy lands began and where the dry one's ended. But the fog remain supreme and soon took over the moon, and the woman was cast once again into darkness.
Trembling, she found herself nearly whimpering as she breathed, and hesitantly, began to make her way through the shrouded darkness. Each foot step was careful, and as the dry earth scraped at her feet, she at least knew she was heading in the right direction. But once the clouds rolled past, it was too late, for her foot caught on a sharp rock and sent her sprawling forward, and soon she was face to face with that of the dead.
The skeleton looked back at her as she stared back at it, glistening in the hazy moonlight. And for the life of her, all she could do was scream. Scrambling to get up, the mossy tomb it lay before offered little help, as she struggled through the claw like bones that seemed to want to keep her down.
Finally on her feet, she was still brushing off dirt and bone debris from her clothing, or what was left of it as she felt some crumble away. But she was grateful to be off of the dirt, and happy the moon was back to guide her. So carefully she continued, careful to step over any and all dead things. Though when a slithering, black serpent hissed past her, she nearly fell over again.
Holding her breath until the thing had passed, she exhaled and looked around her again, and saw the looming form of vultures in the night. She couldn't help but think how peculiar that looked, and moved to step onward.
Before her stood a tree, with willowy limbs that blew in a subtle breeze. But as she approached, the air went still, the fog grew thicker, and the moon began to hide behind the clouds again. And all went dark.
It was also deathly silent here by the tree, and she could hear far too well her own quivering breaths. But after her eyes adjusted to the dark, she could make out the tree and moved towards it again. But she would never get there. For her next step would be her last on this cursed earth-
and soon she was screaming as she fell into the unseen crypt below.
