A sound of heavy metal footsteps padding against the soft muddy soil rang out.
Seth made his way through a thick haze of dense mist.
The deeper he moved into the field, the darker the surroundings became — which was strange.
One had to recall that it was still about high noon. Finally, after walking for minutes, Seth reached an area absent of the dense mist, a clearing of sorts.
But the moment he took in his surroundings, he frowned hard, a seed of unease blooming in his heart.
"What the fuck happened here…" he hissed in apprehension.
The once lush green school field, filled with bright padded grass, was now a plain of dry, crusting earth.
Cracks ran all over the surface as though all moisture had been sucked dry.
Seth's pupils constricted as his vision honed upon two dark objects radiating an awful vibe in the distance.
