Asher and Lucy moved while making sure they stayed hidden.
The creepy creatures shuffled forward, their oversized heads lolling unnaturally with each step.
Their movements were slow, almost lethargic, but not aimless.
There was a rhythm to their steps, as if they knew exactly how fast or slow to walk to avoid bumping into each other.
"What's that smell?" Lucy covered her nose, her face twisting in disgust.
A thick, putrid scent clung to the air, like rotting wood and stagnant water.
The ground soon became wet, patches of mud swallowing the creatures' steps with a squelch.
As they ventured deeper, the terrain became less solid.
The path turned into a swamp, water pooling between twisted roots.
Somewhere in the fog, something rustled, unseen but moving. Every so often, a soft plop echoed—a reminder that they weren't alone in the murky water.
Lucy observed the creatures "They're still moving "
