Damien and Mira crept through the forest, the dim light from a slivered moon casting eerie shadows around them. Fog curled up from the ground, thickening the air with mystery. Each step Damien took felt weighted, as though he was entering another world where the rules of life and death blurred.
“This is where the last of the sightings were reported,” Mira whispered, her eyes scanning the surrounding gloom.
A rustling in the bushes caught Damien’s attention. Instinctively, he raised his weapon, motioning Mira to stay back. The air grew colder as the fog thickened, making it hard to tell friend from foe in the looming silence. Suddenly, a dark figure lunged from the mist—no undead, but a human, his eyes wild with fear and desperation.
“Please,” he gasped, collapsing at their feet. “They’re… they’re everywhere. We tried… but…”