30 DAYS OF SHEP WHUMP DAY 23 – HAZE
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x_erikah_xPrompt #23: Haze
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Word Count: 322
Haze
By ErikaHK
The fog extended deep on all sides. The night consumed all the colors and only left grey tones on everything that it touched. The forest was covered with tall trees, its thin trunks spread far from each other.
Silence.
Not even the sounds of small insects were heard.
John placed his legs apart and swayed without moving as the ground tilted to one side. He took a hand to his head, closing his eyes to regain some focus. He held on a tree when he felt his body falling. He opened his eyes and saw the forest coming in and out of focus, doubling and spinning.
He swallowed tickly the flush of nausea and supported his head on the trunk beside him, closing his eyes again.
Knowing it was no use to just standing still, he resumed his wandering towards the gate. Hopefully he would be going in the right direction.
Team safe. Get to the gate.
The night, or perhaps only his head, played tricks around him and formed ghostly shapes and mysterious shadows everywhere. Visibility was low. Fog and haze around and inside him almost made him lose the narrow path he was following.
The rhythmic beating of his heart set his pacing as drunken steps took him forward. The only thing keeping him walking was instinct.
Team safe. Get to the gate.
He must have walked for an eternity. He stopped once more, closing his eyes and supporting his body on a trunk.
He almost let himself slide down to the ground. He snapped back up, not taking another second to think about standing still. He shook his head and kept moving.
Slowly, a giant dark shadow took shape in the fog. John blinked tiredly, body bending to the side. He hurried his steps, tripping and almost falling, collapsing to his knees when he got to the DHD.
He gripped the dome as he stood up, then dialed home.
The End
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x_erikah_xWord Count: 322
By ErikaHK
The fog extended deep on all sides. The night consumed all the colors and only left grey tones on everything that it touched. The forest was covered with tall trees, its thin trunks spread far from each other.
Silence.
Not even the sounds of small insects were heard.
John placed his legs apart and swayed without moving as the ground tilted to one side. He took a hand to his head, closing his eyes to regain some focus. He held on a tree when he felt his body falling. He opened his eyes and saw the forest coming in and out of focus, doubling and spinning.
He swallowed tickly the flush of nausea and supported his head on the trunk beside him, closing his eyes again.
Knowing it was no use to just standing still, he resumed his wandering towards the gate. Hopefully he would be going in the right direction.
Team safe. Get to the gate.
The night, or perhaps only his head, played tricks around him and formed ghostly shapes and mysterious shadows everywhere. Visibility was low. Fog and haze around and inside him almost made him lose the narrow path he was following.
The rhythmic beating of his heart set his pacing as drunken steps took him forward. The only thing keeping him walking was instinct.
Team safe. Get to the gate.
He must have walked for an eternity. He stopped once more, closing his eyes and supporting his body on a trunk.
He almost let himself slide down to the ground. He snapped back up, not taking another second to think about standing still. He shook his head and kept moving.
Slowly, a giant dark shadow took shape in the fog. John blinked tiredly, body bending to the side. He hurried his steps, tripping and almost falling, collapsing to his knees when he got to the DHD.
He gripped the dome as he stood up, then dialed home.
