The deafening screams echoed through the cold night with a chill down her spine. The branches of the thick, tangled trees had spread and twisted to form dark overhead tunnels and created secret paths. The dead branches rose up and gasped at her ankles like bony fingers. The years had not been kind to her and decay was obvious in the face covered in wrinkles like thin, crumpled paper. The curly twisted vines and trees wrapped around her pale skin. She huddled in the darkness, listening for any sound to guide her. It was impossible to move quickly through the webbed and tangled trees and bushes.she made it.