Their arms were intertwined, like a network of flesh roots. They were a couple metres ahead of were I paced; I walked slow in attempt to not reveal myself. It was strange to watch these people from so far away, when I knew a time I was be part of their forest too. The man and women giggled and swayed as they stepped, as if they were drunk on affection, and undoubtably priceless wine. How I envied them.

I fixed my eyes on their skin wrapped skulls, tasting the sweet flavour of revenge on the tip of my tongue.

My bliss was disrupted by a misstep I took, fumbling over a pot hole.

The man looked back sharply in my general direction. The glare sent a rush of panic through me, though I hid it well. Had he noticed I was trailing behind?

But he simply kept walking, giggling, swaying.

I reminded myself why I was here, as my panic began to dissipate slightly. These people deserved what was coming, and I was going to hand it to them with a smile on my scarred face.