Glowing in the DarkCrunch. Crunch. Crunch.
The sound of ash, snow and rocks underfoot rang in Maria’s ears with each step she took - at least, they would if she still had ears for them to ring in.
"Silencio, Chuy,” she whispered to the skeletal pig who trotted at her side, digging through the piles of dirt and eliciting the occasional moan from a forgotten soul who wasn’t quite yet gone. “You know we’re not supposed to be here.”
Then again, neither was he.
One bony hand unconsciously moved to touch her midsection, right where Chakal had run her through. Memories of the pain still surfaced once in a while, stopping her in her tracks and bringing tears to her eyes.
"It doesn’t matter anymore, Maria," her friends and family had kept saying, gesturing to the festivities around them. She still wasn’t sure how a few of them had managed to end up in the Land of the Remembered - friends abroad, perhaps.
"Yes, it does!" she had answered. The fight