Date: 2016/07/13 21:28:17 UTC-07:00
Type: Denizen Script
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But they hadn't stayed on the road. The map was useless in this soup, and the path had long since vanished underfoot.
The world blurred into a haze of cold mist and sharp stalks of heather. The creature loomed over him, a terrifying silhouette against the grey sky, but then a sharp crack echoed across the moors. Another followed in quick succession. The beast let out a sharp cry and retreated into the darkness of the fog. An American Werewolf in London
David’s breath hitched in his throat as the fog rolled over the Yorkshire moors like a thick, grey shroud. Beside him, Jack was already shivering, his hands shoved deep into his pockets. They were miles from the Slaughtered Lamb, the pub where the locals’ eyes had followed them with a mixture of pity and warning. But they hadn't stayed on the road