She walked the bridge just as the sun had set, taking in her reflection on the mirrored water. Things had been quiet save for the wind gently moving the branches overhead, and for that she felt a hint of peace, even though she knew it may not last. Most likely, it would not last more than-
her head snapped up. Turning, her hand went to the hilt of her blade, fingers curling about it. They came..the shambling mass, flowing forward like a black sludge from within the shadow of the darkened forest.
Here. Now. A stand on the bridge, shaded by the trees that had eased her, giving her that brief reprieve…
The undead, or herself.
- Rustica – Mangrove Tree Bridge (The Garden Event)
- Rustica – SkyMoon Environment
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