My friends convinced me to drink a little at PAX East while writing this; consequently, it’s awful. Don't judge me.
A cool wind blows from the water, catching wisps of flame to dissipate into the night sky. Light spills from the pit, lighting the faces of the young people grouped around the fire. The party is beginning to wind down, couples are pairing off to find more secluded areas. Moonlight creates a romantic ambience for lover’s embrace.
“I don’t think we should be doing this!” exclaimed Emily as Zach held her hand in his, leading her away from the group. Her protests were half-hearted, the flush in her cheeks betraying her state of intoxication, a smile touching her lips as her feet follow the path he directs.
“It’ll be fine, we’re just going to have a little fun,” the boy cajoled, intertwining his fingers with hers, his other hand ghosting across her cheek. Her blush deepens as her eyes cast to the side, blurred vision made her take a double take. Eyes widen in surprise, her body stiffens and the boy becomes worried.
“If you don’t want to we don’t have to do anything,” he relents, attempting to regain her attention. She refuses to acknowledge him, her eyes unmoving as her face transitions from confusion to fear, her mouth opens to release a scream as the boy turns to view the bloated bodied poking through the brush. The scent of rotting flesh breaks through their senses, confirming their suspicions. Zach lets out a yelp and drags the frozen Emily from the area back to the safety of the fireside.
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