The Red Roadby
desertsnailComment by K3Master: Dorothy thought that perhaps she might be lost.
Follow the Yellow Brick Road, they had sung. Follow the Yellow Brick Road.
Well, she had followed that damnable yellow brick road until it had slowly deteriorated into this dirty red track. She'd followed it alright, and NOW where was she?
She didn't think she was in Oz anymore, but she sure as heck wasn't in Kansas either. Oh, sure, it looked like Kansas. Trees, grass, clouds, sky, but there was something in the air. It was too thick. The wind too clean, too
there. She didn't know how to describe it better than that.
With nothing else to do, she began to trek forward once again, Toto trotting by her side. It was then that he began to growl, low in his throat, his fur bristling suddenly. Dorothy stopped dead in her tracks and looked around wildly.
What was it? What was out there. She suddenly felt far more frightened than she ever had when she'd first found herself in Oz. That was a fear of the unknown, of finding yourself in a strange new land. This was a fear of knowing all too well. Of finding yourself in a place both familiar, and utterly not so. Of feeling that something out of the darkest depths of nightmare was coming. Coming out of the grass.
That's when the other-worldly howling began, and Dorothy's tension snapped, and with a scream she bolted along the path in a race for her very life as shadowy hate-filled forms bolted out of the grasses around her, hot on her heels, Toto's frantic snarling and barking suddenly cut off with a brutal and final yelp. Sobbing, she ran on, finding energy where she never thought it could exist, but there was nowhere to go.
Nowhere to go.
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