A Return to Day 1: When Abel Meets Eva
EVA’S GAZE SHIFTED from her fishing pole and the lake to the woods. Maybe she would explore the forest a little today and search for insects under the bark of the dead and less-dead trees. She shivered as the sun slipped back behind the clouds. A gray fog rolled in from the other side of the island through the forest. Eva squinted, watching the rapidly traveling fog blow around a particularly stout and twisted tree. The dense mist crept up the bleached bark, and a few wisps protruded like arms that embraced the trunk. Eva shook her head and stared harder. The arms were gone, but the fog had fully enveloped the tree's trunk and grew darker, nearly black, obscuring the white bark completely. A large gust of wind rustled the branches of the trees leadin
