They stepped through the fog as if they were drifting silhouettes, but that's just it! They lost their definition and individuality because of the dense fog around them. They were merely wandering shadows, the tall one slightly more confident in their stride as the form led the other more caution form behind.

Lou (Carl gave her this name for the laziness of it, but Louise was fine with it, it showed their intimacy) was the taller of the two, but Carl was fine with this gap (the better view for him to catch a glimpse of Lou's breast, But with the fog even Katie Prices cleavage – as plastic as they may have been – wouldn't have been noticed in the fog) and so they both kept walking cautiously onwards until their finer details were distinguished by the dim light cast from the peaking lamp-post (Caroline, Ha ha).

"Silent bloody hill", Carls sarcastic remark went unnoticed.

"God! It is dead, Never mind 'Silent'".

Carl raised both his hands gesturing the punctuation of the word.

His disappointment now turning to bitter disdain by the dismal spectacle that lain before him.

Lou had a different opinion though, for she did not see a dead town, she saw an inspiration. She couldn't speak, the towns atmosphere touched her inner self. This feeling soon changed though.

This understanding soon mutated to a depression, an oppressive feeling of resentment and suffering. It was like was standing in front of oblivion itself.

"Why?". This random outburst – although involuntary – seemed to surface from deep within her.

"What?". Carls sudden inquiry again unnoticed by Lou.

She knew that this 'beauty' was now just a deception – a lure. It worked, she was entranced and she somehow couldn't resist but to follow where it took her.

She saw the dreams - no - it was a flashback.

"NO, not again. It can't be!". Her voice now slowly become more aggressive.

"I don't want to see it!"

...She saw it all again. The old car screeching, then the sirens along with the blinding red and blue strobe lights. The sounds keep echoing in her head; the blood; the wind screen of the car; the bonnet of the car crushed into a compacted crumble of dented aluminum.

Her mums boy friend bled dry from the brain throughout the ear as his head rested on the steering wheel, the left side of his face now a sticky red with the putrid smelling fluid.

But the picture that ran in slow frames was the most devastating to her mental state, her mum launching – in slow motion – through the now broken window as she is carried to the back of the lorry ahead of them. Her head and neck snapped and crunched as the sheer force of the colloision tore her mums neck muscles and spine apart. The sound cringe-worthy and the sight having an impact on Louise in a way that it stained. Lou looked down on her mums now malformed head with a tremendous shock, it soon turned into tears, flowing as freely as the river Nile. She knelt over her mum as mums mangled neck spouted the pressured blood out like a fountain, the viscous life force spraying Lou's face with a thin high powered spatter. The lifeless eyes stared blankly at Louise, it was Lou's fault, if only she hadn't waved. The eyes now accusing her, she couldn't look any more. Carls voice now came back into recognition...

"Louise, damn it Louise, come back!", the dynamic pleas now progressively registering by Lou's negligent ears.

"Aaaaaaaaarrrrghh!", a blood curdling scream now let out by Louise.

But no, Carl no feeling so many different emotions; panic; frustration; fear; confusion. How could she have screamed without moving her lips, come to think of it what was hearing when he heard that distant sound. Could it have been...

A knee reached his lower regions as he fell to the floor. Blood. From Lou? It couldn't have been, there was way too much to come from one person, never mind two people, at least to survive. As he rushed back to his feet, gathering air as he rose from the pool of blood. She had disappeared into the darkness that resided in the town. But wasn't it just a fog before? It was here that he felt something inside of his mind. A collective of dark formless shadows now surrounded him, like black smudged spreading, they started closing on him. Voices. He could here them. But it was all idiolect to his ears, a rambling that he couldn't translate, but he felt the suffering and anger in the tone, the hostility; but further more a sense of self demolition.

The darkness now caught him, latching on like a cancer.

He just sat the there, his face towards the sky as the blood now rained down on him. Every drop containing a painful memory of all the previous sufferers. The cries that came from the dead, only to be lost in the airways. The blood made him smile, as he mocked the screams of pain, the smug grin turning to a slight chunky, horrific to listen to as is was nothing be a cackle from an evil so pure that the devil himself grimaced in disgust. For he sat there as the last drop of blood landed right on his for head. The triangular insignia now tainting his blood. And with a low raspy voice, the creature spoke.

"It shall happen, It shall happen!"