Emerging back into the wasteland several paths seemed clearer now, the worn and dusty stone pathway made its way northwards towards a misty horizon where the tops of trees stretched lik skeletal fingers towards the sky.

To the west of was a large patch of darker ground, perhaps the remains of a large lake that had nearly dried out completely to leave a murky muddy puddle in its centre. Around it were grasses leaning towards the remains of water, as if desperately trying to pull themselves free and reach a life saving drink.

At the edge of their sight, before the path was lost to the mist was a signpost, though seemingly less broken than the last.

One cannot help feeling like they are being watched.

Joe snorted softly and murmured in a voice only loud enough to reach the others in the party "I wonder if that cat thing is doing the whole invisible creeper thing again"