The roads were as dead as ever, not a single other car in sight for the last hour or so and no movement outside save for a flock of birds they saw just before the border with Chawbrook. Since then the only movement they'd seen was wind blowing through the trees, ruffling the moss... and the dark shapes roaming the ever-present sheer drop to their left where the rest of the country used to be.
Now it was nothing but mist, mass graves and monsters who'd help you just as quick as they'd harm you. Now they drove beside it and hoped that their small car was too insignificant and too fast to be of any interest to the multitude of eyes and teeth that was mere metres away.
Occasionally the cliff on their right would split into another road that looked like it led to somewhere bright, sunny and safe but the navigator display was full of danger symbols all around them and the driver refused to leave the safety of the narrow road.
The younger ones started to feel like prisoners and whispered to themselves about opening a window and leaping out to head down the other paths alone. They reckoned there would be other humans holed up somewhere and they might be less afraid than the ones they were travelling with.
As the car turned yet another corner it came to a screeching halt as something jumped down from high up the cliff and landed just in front of them. It was young enough that it hadn't settled on a proper physical form and floated about as a collection of unsettling pieces instead.
It gently placed its hands/claws/mouths on the bonnet, tilted its head/beak/eyes and called for help.
Now it was nothing but mist, mass graves and monsters who'd help you just as quick as they'd harm you. Now they drove beside it and hoped that their small car was too insignificant and too fast to be of any interest to the multitude of eyes and teeth that was mere metres away.
Occasionally the cliff on their right would split into another road that looked like it led to somewhere bright, sunny and safe but the navigator display was full of danger symbols all around them and the driver refused to leave the safety of the narrow road.
The younger ones started to feel like prisoners and whispered to themselves about opening a window and leaping out to head down the other paths alone. They reckoned there would be other humans holed up somewhere and they might be less afraid than the ones they were travelling with.
As the car turned yet another corner it came to a screeching halt as something jumped down from high up the cliff and landed just in front of them. It was young enough that it hadn't settled on a proper physical form and floated about as a collection of unsettling pieces instead.
It gently placed its hands/claws/mouths on the bonnet, tilted its head/beak/eyes and called for help.
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