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Hells Garden Chapter 5Hell's GardenHells Garden Chapter 5 by Pyroman79
Marcel awoke, yawning and stretching. A thick shaft of sunlight lanced down from the heavens to bathe the clearing in illumination. He looked down at the still sleeping form of Ceren, her chest rising and falling slowly. It was some kind of miracle, he guessed, that the ghouls had not found them in the night. He wasn't even sure if it mattered, hopeless as their situation seemed.
No, he told himself, down that road lay madness. The same madness that had claimed Sallen. Marcel thought he understood now what Sallen had felt, the need to protect and make sure of his beloved's safety. If Ceren met her demise he would follow her into death.
Slowly, Ceren awoke and stretched out. She looked at Marcel and smiled, communicating just as effectively as if she had spoken to him. He smiled back, putting a hand to her cheek. Holding the hand to her face, she sat up, then drew him close and the pair locked into a kiss. Whether it was an instant, or an eternity, they did
Hells Garden Chapter 4Hell's GardenHells Garden Chapter 4 by Pyroman79
After paying their final respects to the fallen Ambrose, the group gathered up their meager supplies and headed back into the jungle, reasoning that the mountain, being higher ground, was not only the best place for a signal fire, but also the safest part of the island. That being said, they would have to go through hell to get there.
The jungle was just as thick as, maybe even more so, the path they had trekked through yesterday. Marcel now held the machete, clearing a path through the thick foliage. Unlike the day before, the fauna of the island was much more evident today. Strange looking monkey creatures followed them from overhead, occasionally emitting unsettling screeches. They looked like a combination of lizard and monkey, with patches of scale on their fur, small horns, and a long, barbed tail.
On other occasions, the group caught glimpses of what looked almost like a pig. However, they were as unnatural-looking as the monkeys, with multiple pairs of t
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The smoke from the funeral pyre wafted into the sky, the acrid smell of burning flesh filling the nostrils of those assembled around the blaze. Marcel gazed into the flames, watching them consume what was left Yorun. What was left had been a gruesome sight. The thing, for lack of a better term, that had killed him had taken a good chunk out of him. More than one chunk, in fact.
It had been a grim night. The brutal killing of Yorun left them all in a state of deep shock and fear. As soon as the creature had run from the clearing, the group had taken Yorun back to their makeshift camp by the stream, giving him a proper funeral. Now, the group just stared into the fire, each trying to make some sort of peace with what happened. It was nearly impossible, trying to block off that image of the thing crouching over Yorun, its mouth full of no it was too horrible to even think about, Marcel thought.
The group extinguished the pyre, said their last
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Marcel grunted as he dropped yet another pile of wood on the sand, and then rose to dust off his hands. They had a good fire going, with lots of smoke and plenty of wood. Standard operating procedure dictated a fire giving off a plume of smoke was best if you were shipwrecked. However, it would be a long time before their ship was declared missing, and even longer for any searchers to find a location nearby.
Still, Marcel reflected, it was better than sitting on the shore all day. The group of survivors had finally managed to muster the courage necessary to venture in to the forested parts of the island. Sticking to the edges of the trees, the group had found a good supply of firewood, and Ambrose had found roots and fruits he surmised were edible.
The castaways had not seen much of the island's fauna as of yet. A few odd looking birds and strange lizards or crabs had been spotted, but nothing large. Ceren walked up beside Marcel, dropping her own pile of wood.