Do You Still Like Us?

a dank and damp breath fills the space thickly, sickly, deeply. as the 3 girls strain hard against the hard branches and clinging vines sharp, slick talons tear into the space. ripping, gnashing just outside darkness blinded by blinding shafts of bright, shine and shining light poking through the momentary gaps and moments. a deep terror fills the space. and then pure chance hits. the bottom falls out and the 3 girls fall and tumble to the soft ground below. screeching, mad tearing lashes out harmlessly above, stuck, infuriated, harmless. ‘this is a dangerous place’ ‘very’ “””’we n33333333D t) gobb b@4(k::””;;’)) ‘no, no it’s ok’ ‘these things can happen’ ‘but we must not lose our nerve now’ ‘anything can happen’ the 2 brave girl’s little sweet smiles shine wicked in the soft underlights. thick, cold fogs grow around them. it is a reassuring and inspiring smile. it is a cold and thick crowd of fogs.