The town of Stratford had been completely surrounded by the trees that were once part of the Weeping Woods.
Their faces carved on the trunks contorted in pain and agony as they continued to howl at the residents inside the town. Despite everything, none of the trees moved an inch closer.
It was as if they were given some directive to only surround the town.
The city's residents huddled together, fear and panic deeply etched on their faces. The people who resided in the outermost part, near the walls, had now moved further in.
While some residents had gathered at the town square, around the statue of their founder, most of the people had holed themselves in the underground bunkers.
They were unable to stand the wailing sounds that the trees constantly produced.
"M-Mother, what is happening?" Said a little boy as he pressed his hands against his ears and sobbed incessantly. "What are those monsters?"
