Every winding, spindly tree seemed a silhouette of the very creature she sought after. every flash of lightning made hundreds of "Mr. S Man" appear for fractions of a second. He was all around her and yet nowhere to be seen. The ashen bark of the trees was littered in nails and century old trails of prisoner blood, the faint rusty texture and colour visible during the roaring flashes of lightning that accompanied the rain. The crunching of leaves beneath her feet had ended, the fauna she'd stepped through having simply been blown in from the living part of the forest. Sarah trudged now through dingy grey mud, a if liquid cinders licked at her feet, sending splashes of decrepit forest floor along her pant legs.