There are corpses around me.
I stand at a crossroads. I know these roads, this place. I have been here with my parents. It was a road trip. I was mostly sick during the trip, vomiting continuously, and my dad had to pull over somewhere to let me out of the car.
The problem is that, where I stand, I don't see my parents or their car with me. Instead, I see corpses all around me. They all lie near me, at my feet, some of their hands try to reach me. When I look into their faces, I don't recognize them. I see the signs of struggle and torment on their faces. Their skin is pale, their eyes popping off the sockets, their mouths agape, and black veins spread across their skin like webs.
They all died because they did not have air to breathe. They breathed in shadows, poisonous, foul air mingled with the shadows, and their blood turned into something rotten. They all died because I released her.
