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The ground's movements put the destruction of the cabin into full pause as they grabbed the foundations of the cabin to get hold of the sudden tremors. Alex looked at the monster behind him and noticed that the monster stopped and gave out an evil smile. The soft ground became softer as the ground continue to tremble, the swamp around them seemed to get closer as water rose from back of the cabin and still rising towards them. "Guys! The swamp's getting bigger!" Ivan shouted. Gloyd moved away from the inside of the cabin, "It's sinking the whole place!" "Everyone, get out!" Alex shouted. Everyone went outside where they saw the

Paid back—with interest. For the first time in forever, the future felt like ours. The storm was over, and the sun? Finally shining.

“We don’t have to like it. We just need to find the algae and get the hell out of here.” “Right,” I muttered, forcing my feet forward despite the unease curling in my stomach. The deeper we went, the more the swamp seemed to breathe around us—whispers in the fog, the occasional ripple in the water when nothing should have been there. And then, it happened. At first there was a subtle shift in the murky waters. then a hulking mass heaved itself onto the shore—a monstrous thing, covered in glistening black mucus, its grotesque body pulsing as if it were breathing through its skin with disgustingly wet sounds.

I'll come later and call you, - and disappeared behind the curtain. Looking around and noticing a shelf with shoes, she took off her shoes and went down the stairs into the water. It was amazing: the water was warm, not hot, but very comfortable for the body and a little cloudy, as if diluted with milk. The depth gradually increased, and it was even possible to swim, but I didn’t know how, so grabbing the edge, I moved smoothly until I swam away into one of the corners, where, to my surprise, a net was stretched under the water, forming something like a hammock. Climbing into it, I lay down and threw back my head. It would seem, lie down, enjoy, but by no means gloomy thoughts and memories c

I stride across the lawn, doing my best not to look over my shoulder toward the back of the garage. At the edge of the swamp, I pause, suddenly doubting my plan. It’s muddy. Like, really muddy. The treacherous ground gives the impression that the stagnant pools of water are much deeper than they appear. The smell of the mire is so thick in the soupy air that I can practically taste it. As I linger, the gnarled branches of the cypress trees beckon to me with twisted fingers, the leaves whispering amongst themselves. Swallowing back my trepidation, I take a step into the swamp.

I turned to run, but she grabbed my arm and pulled me alongside into the swamp. Mud and water rushed up around us, carrying rotting leaves and a fetid stench. I struggled on instinct, yet the harder I fought, the faster I sank. A swamp had no bottom, and it gave no one time to react. My breathing fell apart. Beside me, Stella screamed, stretching her hand toward the forest path. That was when I saw two figures sprinting toward us—Alexander and Christopher. In a daze, I watched Alexander rush to Stella without hesitation. He plunged half his body into the swamp and dragged her out of the sucking mu

The world was thriving without the humans that had once destroyed it. Adam hesitated as they passed through the physical evidence of a devastating past. He had never experienced the cities while they were full of life, he would have only experienced what the wolves had claimed for themselves. They didn’t linger for long as she pushed for them to move onward. Her connection to Grace had grown stronger the further they moved from the north and it had soon become clear to Adelaide where they would be going. Sgaoileadh. The Blood Rock. As the wolves had the Moon Valley as their sacred ground, the vampires had the Blood Rock. It was where they sacrificed innocents in the name of the Moon Goddess.

Xander pulled back with his team. They caught the column at the lower treeline. The swamp announced itself by smell first. Sulfur, low and persistent, the kind of smell that sat in the back of the throat. Then humidity — the air changing quality as the slope leveled out into the marsh basin, the temperature dropping slightly as the water-saturated air replaced the Ridge air. Then the sound changed, the specific acoustic quality of a space where hard surfaces stopped and soft ones started.

"Alright, you lead the way. Which way do we go?" "This way" I point towards the trees where the forest starts to grow closer and looks darker. I walk in front of them through the bushes and push away the branches as we make our way to the swamp. We all have our ears on sharp so that we can hear if anyone is following us. We make our way through the deep forest and reach the swamp. We are lucky to have our night vision in our human form. Without we would have not been able to find our way through the forest. The moon is nowhere to be found to help see us where we are going. It's pitch black. The swamp

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