all around you is green grass.
it is a bright, nauseating green; the type that smells overwhelmingly old and animals get sick if they eat.
you take a few steps forward and feel it crunch under your feet.
you start to take in more of your surroundings. there are what look to be a few trees scattered around you, their leaves the same lurid green color, now accompanying a dull brown bark.
you continue walking, searching around for anything that interrupts the vague greens and browns that make up this land.
ahead of you a fog starts to roll in. everywhere you look starts to become hazy and far-away-looking. your hands become clammy. you cant tell if its from the fog or your growing uneasiness at your new surroundings. your steps become smaller, the crunch of each step ringing in your ears.
you see a small hill ahead of you. you think of possibly climbing it to get a better view, but the fog has gotten worse, and you don't want to risk falling.
you look around, hoping to find somewhere to sit while the fog dies down, when you see a figure out of the corner of your eye. you quickly turn to face it, but find nothing. franticly you turn around and around, looking for the figure. all you find is a small white chicken strolling past you.
"maybe climbing that hill isn't that bad of an idea." you say aloud.
