35 DEAD
Selena’s POV
The Black Valley pack is surrounded by a forest where the trees are ancient and primeval. Thick clouds covered the broad sky, dyeing the trees black-green. The sky looked lower than usual, making people feel depressed.
The damp, oppressive air enveloped us. As we walked, there was a disturbing smell of blood in the depths of the forest.
I walked at the end of the line, stepping on water and soil, and slowly walked to the depths of the forest. The temperature became lower and the cold and gloomy environment calmed me down and the uncontrollable tremor disappeared. My physical feelings associated with grief seemed to have become numb. I have been moving forward, forgetting the tire.
Because of the rain, the soil became soft and the pine needles were full of water. Every step I took was like stepping on cotton, making me feel like I was about to sink.