Wow, guys, thanks for the sudden review blowup!

Since I got such a giant response to my last chapter, I'm gonna get this next one up sooner. Wait.. Yeah, sorry, getting all my thoughts down. When you see this, the next one will be up so. XD

Thanks again.

Here we go! On to the best part of writing a story, creating an unsettling atmosphere!

"Oh my—" The Doctor's eyes widened as he looked to the trees. He hadn't seen anything like this before, it was almost exiting. But at the same time it was horrifying and he couldn't place it. Amy seemed to have regained control of herself, because she was slowly walking toward the trees with a far-off look on her face. He held her by the shoulder as he tried to size up what, exactly, he was looking at.

The trees on the left side of the road were carved into strange shapes, and onto those were carved elaborate symbols that varied in complexity. It seemed the most simplistic were on the edge, and the further off the road one went the larger and stranger they became. Not to mention the trees started looking more and more like deformed human bodies, standing like dancers in evenly-spaced circles around each other. Something… Unsettling… gave the trees and their trunks a mucky red appearance. Something gave The Doctor the sinking feeling that he should turn back, and perhaps get assistance. Then again, who would be able to help in such a situation? Not to mention, Amy had lifted his hand off of her shoulder and started walking towards it again, determination etched across her features. The Doctor frowned, but caught up to his companion and they both made their way, slowly, across the road to the strange crop.

"Doctor," Amy said, keeping her voice even, "What are these symbols?" She reached out toward a carving, longing to run her fingers over the indents, but tore her hand back quickly. Who knows what that could do? She turned around and saw him doing the very same thing, instead deciding to circle around one of the trees and look it over several times, committing it to memory.

"I'm not sure…" He relied. "I think it may be worse than we originally thought." He shot a look at her, raising an eyebrow. Sure you want to go through with this?

Amy nodded, taking a couple of cautious steps forward, looking over her shoulder at the road. With the sun going down and all of these strange carvings—they had much the same effect on her as the Weeping Angels—standing around her, the road and the TARDIS were looking much more inviting than they ever had before, and that was saying something. The Doctor followed closely behind her, for which she was grateful.

It only seemed to get worse as they walked on, though the trees were spaced a bit further apart now they were plaster thicker with symbols and clumps of white mold. How long have these been here? Surely not that long. The disappearances have only been happening for a few weeks, what could have done all this in that time? The Doctor was observing them very closely, trying to make sense of whatever was written on the contorted trees. Because it had to be some sort of writing, he just didn't understand it, and that was disconcerting.

"So, do you think we're almost there?" He asked, initiating conversation to keep both of their minds off of whatever it was they were walking towards. The more freaked they were, the worse the outcome of the whole excursion, no doubt.

Amy shook her head to say that she didn't know. "You hear anything?" She asked quietly. He shook his head, forgetting she couldn't see him.

"Oh, no." He was a good deal louder than she was, but under his voice he managed to make out the snapping of twigs and the rustling of long-dead leaves being disturbed. "Oh, I mean, yes." Amy didn't seem comforted by the fact that she wasn't just hearing things, contrary to what he hoped to accomplish. She looked over her shoulders in both directions, backing up until The Doctor and herself were standing back to back looking into the woods surrounding them. The sun was nearly under the horizon by now, as evidence by the shadows in every direction regardless of whether or not the clump of trees they were standing in had a leaf canopy or not.

"Doctor, what's making that sound?" She whispered, holding her arms out like she would punch the monster away if it happened to run at her. He had no doubts that she would, actually.

"I don't know." He told her, pulling the sonic screwdriver out of his jacket and pointing it in the direction of the trees. He pushed the button on the side, and a small circle of light illuminated the gap between contorted shapes for about four feet in that direction. A grunt sounded from the trees to their right, and more crunching noises as whatever it was stumbled in the direction of the light.

"Turn it off!" Amy hissed through her teeth, wide eyes never leaving the direction of the sound, though it was hard to determine it's exact location.

"No, I want to see what it is. Once I have, we can—" He stopped abruptly when something stepped into the path of the screwdriver. And damn was it ugly. Eyes sunken in and teeth chattering as if the jaw wasn't held to the head by anything but the thinning flesh on it's cheeks, the Revenant was nothing he wanted to look at, nor did he want Amy to see it, lest she have nightmares. After getting a quick look at their adversary, The Doctor released the button and grabbed Amy's wrist. She squeaked, before being pulled off further into the forest of carved, humanoid trees. The crackling of leaves underfoot and an occasional stumble lead them to believe they were still being followed, but they didn't care much, they just wanted to get out of it's way. The Doctor shone the light again, checking for it's location, it couldn't be that fast, could it? He didn't see it behind them, but it could also be off to the side. With that thought, he veered sharply to the right and away from their original 'path'.

He paused behind one of the trees, resting his back against it instinctively and peering around the side for their pursuer. He couldn't see it in what little light was still in the woods with them, but decided it best not to shine the light again. He could still hear it, distant and behind them, crying in much the same way a whale does, that way that makes you want it to shut up.

Amy yanked her hand from his grip and panted heavily, leaning against a tree of her own. "What, what happened?" She asked, already half-knowing the answer.

"I was right, Revenants." He answered, taking a step away from the tree to look around. She nodded and stood upright. "Now, we should hurry and find the others. They could be anywhere, and it's getting darker by the second."

"Can't get much worse now, can it?" She asked, laughing a little bit.

"Oh, no, never say that." The Doctor darted around their position, scanning everything in every direction. "Don't ever say that." He knew very well that now it would be so much worse than it would have been before.

"Oh, sorry." Her voice dripped with sarcasm, she rolled her eyes. "Where do we go now, genius?"

"We keep looking. Can't be far now, these woods weren't that deep and we've been at it for a while." He started in the direction they'd come from, and she followed after him, hearing nothing from the Revenant they'd apparently seen. "And, with the symbols closer and more desperately used in this area, I'd imagine we're almost there…" She nodded, though he couldn't see her, and kept following. However, she kept a good, watchful eye over her shoulder at all times.

That was fun. For me.

I had fun with that. Anyway, enjoy the happy, cheerful chapter I just presented you with. A reward for all of my beautiful reviewers, I suppose.