The crunchy sound of the small pile of wet frail woods that were breaking whenever he would step on it was the only thing that could be heard in the place where Craig was currently at. The left side that he took earlier welcomed him with a sight that he did not expect. He had expected that way out, the familiar trees that they went to and the marks that they made back when they were lost. But, none of those came to his sight, instead, he was welcomed with a darker surrounding that he felt like he entered somewhere not part of the island.
There was still fog around, and the trees were almost hugging each other by how close they were and how it even forbade the faint light from the skies from seeping through the gaps to even give him light. It was dark, like the light of dawn, and the ligh
