Chapter 4

Narration by Ms Felicia Ada.

That night...

The barren, surreal landscape of hell was cold and gray. Twisted shapes of mountains loomed on the horizon.

As we passed through the area, I noticed that ghoulish shapes of the undead being wondering around the landscape.

One of the ghoulish, animated bodies roaming around was a skeleton with very little flesh remaining and another one was dressed in a pirate outfit with a sword sticking out of his back. Another one was a woman with pale white skin missing her left arm. I disgusting sight!

Margaret and I continued to walk around the path going to the north. It lead to an ominous-looking skull that loomed in the distance.

The luminous moon casted a glow over the strange, dark landscape.

As we got closer to the giant skull, I saw a long line of people walking slowly into the skull. One person dropped down on the knee in front of large skeleton wearing a black robe.

"Please no!"

The skeleton shook its head.

"You were a rapist and murderer!" Said the skeleton, " you reap what you sow!"

"Come on," said Margaret, "Let's go."

We continued to travel north until we walked into a canyon with organic walls that formed an oppressive passageway from which a spiraling path emerges and descends into the darkness. Far below, the surface of a black, glassy river eerily reflected the glow of flickering torches. The torches dimly lit the passage of the canyon.

As we walked through the canyon, I saw what I figured was the legendary river styx. An ebony mass of liquid, resembling black tar.

"Can we rest?" I asked.

Margaret looked at me for a second and then she gave me her beautiful smile. "Very well Felicia," she said as I sat down  on the smooth floor, "Go ahead and rest."

I laid down on the ground as Margaret sat down next to me.

The second day in hell

Nothing happened this day.

Just more traveling.

Nothing to see but a dessert waste land.

The third day in hell

As we continued to travel north a began to comfort myself as well as I could.

We were both casted upon a horrible, desolate place, but we are both alive. Margaret and I were not killed like everyone else was. We had both been transformed into monsters, we were killers now. A  vampire and a werewolf!

However we were both given great strength with our transformations and that could help us survive in this horrible place.

Narration by Ms Margaret Dracken

On the third day, it rained with gusts of wind. Fortunately, Felicia and I found a small cave to dry off in.

Just like before, Felicia slept and I stayed up; I hadn't slept since we had come to this place.