So many of them.
Most of the time that I saw the dead, they seemed lost and confused, like waking up from a dream. This seemed like a full-on The Walking Dead.
They were all. Standing around as if there were one with the trees staring at void, but as soon as we arrived, they were all staring at me how I knew it?
Because as soon as I moved away from Mr Warner and Duncan, their eyes moved with me. So apparent that I could feel it on me. I was surrounded by the wolves and I came packing as a loaf of meat.
The ghosts wasn't the only one who noticed my movements because Duncan looked at me from his back. "Are you okay? You look a little pale."
"I'm fine." I lied.
Duncan pinched his eyebrows, he did not believe me. He moved forward, and a slight trivial shiver went up his body, swaying on his feet. He squirmed against the ghost now circling him. "What was that?"
They were all still looking at me. I could not run, but it felt like a thousand little ants trolled off my insides, trying to bite off my skin, and I could not move. I needed to stay planted in place.
I could feel Jacks voice inside my head teasing me, scaredy cat.
I somehow found it comforting. Fuck knows why.
"Let's get out of here. I have a bad feeling about this place." I tried to not sound as panicked as I was, but some of the fear was creeping in.
Duncan crossed his arms, whether it was cold or just him being angry, I did not know. He scolded me, "We made it so far. Let's get a few miles."
I cut him off, "No." I start backing out of this cursed woodling. When a whooshing sound caught my attention, the wind picked up alarmingly fast.
I looked over to the sky. It started darkening, and the ghosts seemed to stand together, all looking to the sky above. They stood so close they looked like they were merging with each other, all rotting skin and pale eyes. Then they begin to fade into mist that I was sure was even visible to Mister Warner and Duncan.
Even Mr. Warner now seemed concerned.
I didn't know. I do not know what this feeling in my chest was, some primal ancestral survival instinct, but it screamed at me to do one thing. I roared, "Run!"
I did not care if they followed me, but I started running for my life. Because I knew if I stayed there, something bad was going to happen—something always did.