Miss Wesson stumbled out of the thick fog, gasping for air. The soldiers around her coughed and dropped to their knees. All of them looked shaken.
They didn't stop moving until they reached the tree line. The cursed fog hung like a wall behind them, gray, thick, and quiet.
Miss Wesson turned back, clutching her glowing device.
It flickered.
Then dimmed.
Then went dark.
Her eyes widened. "No..."
A soldier wiped blood from his face. "Everyone's here, right?"
Wesson looked around quickly. One face was missing.
"Where's Isaac?" she asked.
The others went silent.
A soldier shouted. "He was right behind us, he said he'd hold off that monster."
"I need to go back!" General Corpuz stepped forward.
"No." Miss Wesson grabbed his arm. Her voice was firm. "That fog's not natural... It's dangerous."
"But we can't leave him!"
"If we go in there, we die. He knew that."
Miss Wesson looked back at the wall of mist. Nothing moved inside. No sound. No light. Just silence.
