Somewhere, on the edges of a deep blue lake, an adolescent duck made its landing. The heavy, gray fog hid the bird as it made its silent descent onto the water’s surface.

The fog, humid and thick, covered the expanses of the lake, as well as the campgrounds surrounding it. The duck, usually spoiled by the campers and hiker that roam the forests, sought out its own lunch.

Diving deep beneath the surface, kicking its little feet, the duck searched for minnows.

Instead, it’s black eyes locked in on an unfamiliar shape at the bottom of the shallow parts of the lake. Resting within the sediment, decaying flesh and chains wrapped around its lower half, was an oddly camper-shaped mass. The duck came back to surface, shaking its feathers.

Guess that’s where it’s food source went. Tied to cement blocks at the bottom of the lake. Figures. Campers never stay in the forest for long.