The zombie horse carriage slowly rolled out of the sturdy stilt village gate. The chain-wrapped wheels still occasionally produced the characteristic crreeet… crreeet… sound as they passed through the remaining puddles of mud from last night's rain. The blazing afternoon sun shone on the wet ground, evaporating the leftover moisture into a thin mist that danced between the dense forest trees. The hot vapor created an illusion as if the world itself was breathing, hiding something behind its thin curtain of light.
