After going through the entrance Cole was face to face with rows upon rows of gnarled trees. Normally he wasn't sure the orchard was supposed to start this close to the entrances but the trees seemed to have their roots stretched forth from one tree to the next.
Almost as if the tree behind had given birth to the tree ahead, and they were slowly creeping forwards until they were out of the valley proper. It was creepy as fuck as the gnarled trucks of the trees had an effigy of screaming faces, Cole felt like he was in some sort of western horror movie.
He rode on, coming down the incline and into the valley proper. There were small pockets of areas where the trees had not grown, making this very neat and tidy rows look like a mess. Many of the trees had also grown way to tall, getting close to thirty or fourth feet tall, with sparse branches that had no leaves.
