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Apr. 5th, 2015
[the forest]
Apr. 5th, 2015 07:24 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
hopingfortheshoreThe woods are restless. It can't mean anything good. It never does. She glides and creeps and crawls her way through the trees, heading nowhere in particular. There's nowhere really to go. Just things to avoid, mostly. This forest isn't a very nice place to be a ghost. It's even worse for the living.
It's just as she thinks that that she hears a noise. Not the dead or the should-be-dead. And not an animal. That's human, she thinks. Against her better judgement she drifts in the general direction. It smells more like... like people here. She finds...
She finds a car. Crashed. How it got this far into the woods, she's not sure. ...Well. She has an idea. It's badly smashed. She approaches cautiously. Maybe... No. They're dead. A man and a woman, she thinks. They're not newly dead enough to be the-- the person she heard. A search party? Another passenger? She peers in the backseat.
Oh. An empty carseat, slightly askew. That's... oh. That's bad. The woods are no place for a child. Now that she knows to look, she can see a trail. Kids aren't subtle. It's not hard to follow after. Especially once she can hear it again.
She finds it-- him making a lot of noise in front of a blueberry bush. Shrub? Plant. He's so small. She... she has to.
He startles when she tentatively reaches out to touch his hair. She's not sure how to comfort a child. He squints up at her, surprisingly canny for a boy so young. Apparently she passes his test, because now she has a small, very loud child clinging to her legs. Well. At least he likes her.
It's just as she thinks that that she hears a noise. Not the dead or the should-be-dead. And not an animal. That's human, she thinks. Against her better judgement she drifts in the general direction. It smells more like... like people here. She finds...
She finds a car. Crashed. How it got this far into the woods, she's not sure. ...Well. She has an idea. It's badly smashed. She approaches cautiously. Maybe... No. They're dead. A man and a woman, she thinks. They're not newly dead enough to be the-- the person she heard. A search party? Another passenger? She peers in the backseat.
Oh. An empty carseat, slightly askew. That's... oh. That's bad. The woods are no place for a child. Now that she knows to look, she can see a trail. Kids aren't subtle. It's not hard to follow after. Especially once she can hear it again.
She finds it-- him making a lot of noise in front of a blueberry bush. Shrub? Plant. He's so small. She... she has to.
He startles when she tentatively reaches out to touch his hair. She's not sure how to comfort a child. He squints up at her, surprisingly canny for a boy so young. Apparently she passes his test, because now she has a small, very loud child clinging to her legs. Well. At least he likes her.