It was too dark along the path, the trees blocked the scant remains of daylight. I trembled with fear. There were bushes, anthuriums and hues of green, all drowned in the thicket of black. There were sounds too. Rustles and loud swishes. And the sounds between the thicket grew louder and louder. It was like someone standing with their heavy feet not ready to move, deeply digging their feet into the ground. I know someone was close. Much powerful. I picked up my pace but faltered after 3 steps. With the wobbly knees, I got up and sprinted. Not only me. Everyone hotfooted. Yet it’s shadows wouldn’t leave us. It is not going to leave any of us I deciphered. Like a hound, it will track down with our scent and attack us. One at a time. No. It is not that soft. It will take lives in mass. And it will become hard to breathe. Some will lose themselves, finding impossible to see what lies ahead. And for some, the suffocating isolation will break their last straw. What will happen in isolatio