Fluttershy ambled down the dirt path behind the cottage to her shack; it was barely visible, covered by the fog and thick green shrubbery of the woods most ponies wouldn't dare to stumble into. She walked; only hearing her clefts hit the soft ground and a mind that couldn't be silenced. This is where the dirt path ends. The pale yellow pony stepped off the walkway and into the grass; the brisk morning dew wet her hooves, sending a shiver down her spine. She could see the old shed. It was the former owners of her cottage that made it. When she first moved in, there was a bunch of dusty hoses and gardening tools inside, nopony wanted the property because of how close it is to the Everfree Forest. So it had been derelict for at least 8 years. The outer walls of the shed were veined with green streaks of moss, intertwining with the moist, rotting, wooden panels. She could smell decay, the rot emit a potent musty odor, that made her slightly dizzy, she's generally used to the feeling by now, though.
"-cough, cough—"