This
landscape
is
boring
The
Windbreak
The
Blackness
Below
Why
are
there
no
animals
around
Other
side
of
the
Windbreak
Grassland
isnt
being
grazed
Wolf
Head
Point
There
is
a
stench
Where
we
lost
hope
Where
we
lost
Judy
Where
we
lost
John
Where
we
lost
Little
Milton
The
Abandoned
Lincoln
Homestead
The
natives
told
us
not
to
settle
here
Its
not
as
if
we
believe
in
that
kind
of
nonsense
Some
call
it
Prairie
Dooms
The
animals
seem
to
congregate
here
The
noises
begin
at
dusk
Its
probably
the
wind
I
swore
I
saw
something
The
air
is
dense
and
cold
The
birds
shreek
overhead
The
Bellows
from
Below
The
soil
is
like
soot
Not
even
a
weed
is
attached
to
the
land
An
old
dugout
in
the
hillside
The
earth
moans
The
sky
is
black
like
death
Slim
chance
of
survival
Its
not
as
if
you
werent
warned
about
this
place
In
need
of
a
respite
but
none
in
sight
The
Cottonwoods
seeds
fall
like
tears
Another
unknown
marking
in
the
tree
Its
good
to
see
animals
again
The
stories
about
this
place
are
just
myths
The
grass
is
trampled
down
here
Sweet
shade
Sulfur
in
the
air
Evil
lurks
nearby
I
feel
as
if
I
am
being
watched
The
Southwest
Entrance
Maybe
I
wont
be
noticed
here
Idyllic
and
Evil
are
a
strance
combination
The
Needle
The
footprints
here
are
certainly
different
The
waters
of
this
creek
chill
me
to
the
bone
The
ground
feels
like
it
is
grabbing
hold
of
me
Why
didnt
I
listen
to
the
warnings
I
musnt
stay
here
How
did
a
boat
get
down
here
Dear
God
what
was
that
noise
Fire
is
a
good
sign
isnt
it
Dare
I
go
further
My
stomach
is
in
knots
How
many
people
have
seen
this
place
I
see
movement
underneath
the
surface
of
the
water
Is
this
where
all
the
others
ended
up
The
dampness
pulls
on
me
like
a
rainsoaked
cloak
I
see
some
light
from
above
I
have
nothing
to
lose
My
soul
is
uneasy
This
stalagmite
has
scrape
marks
on
it
Something
rotten
is
decaying
in
this
corner
The
climb
up
or
the
fall
down
My
ears
crave
for
some
noise
as
the
silence
is
more
frightening
I
remember
my
knife
in
my
boot
and
brandish
it
This
flame
provides
light
but
no
warmth
Why
did
this
happen
to
me
I
begin
to
think
of
how
I
might
die
Despite
my
reservations
I
push
forward
If
I
survive
I
will
have
such
a
story
to
tell
I
gather
some
stones
to
use
as
weapons
I
wish
I
knew
what
was
on
the
other
side
of
this
ladder
My
boots
slip
underneath
my
feet
Nothing
I
have
done
could
have
prepared
me
for
this
I
pray
fervently
that
I
might
be
protected
I
wonder
how
many
others
have
been
trapped
here
The
low
rumbling
sound
ahead
of
me
thickens
my
blood
Another
cave
entrance
I
see
I
use
this
flame
to
make
a
torch
out
of
my
shirt
The
rumbling
ahead
increases
in
volume
as
does
my
heart
beat
There
is
a
strange
energy
in
this
space
I
wonder
how
much
further
this
goes
Dear
God
I
hope
that
isnt
what
I
think
it
is
My
knees
quake
Who
or
what
could
have
done
this
They
were
shackled
to
this
wall
for
over
a
month
Is
this
my
fate
as
well
The
dark
somehow
becomes
darker
I
discover
a
small
piece
of
jewelery
Get
me
away
from
those
bones
Maybe
this
will
lead
to
the
exit
Before
I
go
up
I
need
to
search
over
there
Alas
there
are
more
scratch
marks
on
the
walls
If
only
walls
could
talk
these
would
probably
scream
Yet
another
clue
of
some
sort
I
peek
around
the
rocks
The
frayed
ropes
indicate
something
was
tied
here
I
can
use
this
rock
to
get
over
there
My
torch
is
growing
dim
as
is
my
spirit
I
see
something
on
the
far
wall
What
does
CROATOAN
mean
There
doesnt
seem
to
be
anything
else
written
here
Looking
back
I
cant
believe
I
have
come
so
far
The
cliffs
above
look
menacing
I
must
watch
my
foot
placement
here
A
sour
smell
is
now
evident
I
swear
I
see
a
face
in
the
flames
The
unstable
rocks
hang
above
me
Some
odorous
smell
is
emanating
from
the
floor
here
I
hope
the
end
of
my
journey
is
near
A
large
outline
of
some
creature
is
visible
Perhaps
this
ladder
will
get
me
home
The
anticipation
and
fear
is
aging
me
Well
worn
spot
suggested
the
prisoner
was
viewed
here
A
ladder
to
freedom
or
death
The
breadth
of
this
place
is
both
magnificent
and
frightening
Has
goodness
and
light
ever
seen
this
place
A
slippery
slope
indeed
This
place
is
no
myth
Is
that
a
skeleton
down
there
This
is
the
Devils
chimney