Hunting the Long Night

The Long Night hadn't ended.

The thick black mist still blanketed the entire forest, though it felt slightly less suffocating than the night before; visibility had improved from six feet to about thirteen feet.

"You're awake?"

WhiskeyTango was sitting on a rock near the entrance peeling an apple, tossing half to Harper as she stood up.

"Thanks." Harper caught the apple and took a bite; it was cris