The path on their way out was a rough uneven small mounds, moist and muddy route leading into the boundary of the medieval human village. Meeting the tremendous canopy above Joel thought it could have been intertwined for decades or years.
The ancient trees were somehow distinguished by their murkiness with obvious simplicity, remote yet the nasty brown branches that melt into the dried dead trees, and slippery rocks were their solace.
“Renanthy we need to hurry up now, faster Vivian is still unconscious and we should hurry to the old woman's cabin now.” Joel added as he halted and leans on the tree, he felt drained all of a sudden. There was a tension in his muscles that makes him more like a mannequin than a man of flesh and bone. He was anxious. He wanted so much to melt onto the soft
