Wilderness journey.

We both froze in shock, as we tried to understand where the voice was coming from. As of the last time that I checked, I could remember vividly that we were the only that were in that forest.

"Karen, did you hear that voice?" I asked the maiden in shock. I wanted to know if she heard the voice as well, or if I had started hallucinating again.

Even though I looked terrified, the look on her face was worst.

"Yes, ma'am. I heard the voice as well. But, who is dead?" She asked me, and I gave her a stern look.

How did she expect me to know who had died or not, when I wasn't a spirit?

"I didn't know..." I replied her.

We paused for a while, until that voice spoke again.

"He is dead." The voice spoke, and I immediately recognized it. I turned my back, and I recognized the driver immediately.

He looked like someone who had seen a ghost.

"Who is dead?" I lowered my voice and asked him. I didn't know what to expect, and I didn't also know why I was suddenly feeling uneasy.

What was happening to me?

This was really a sign of bad omen. Could it be that paper that I had torn?

"Him. He is the dead." He stuttered.

At this point, I was about to lose my cool.

"What do you even mean? Say something to me. Who is dead?" I asked impatiently.

His silence and everything was really playing with my mind. To be frank, no one came to my mind at this point. I just wanted to know who he was talking about.

"That guy... The one you were with..." He broke the news, and I found it hard to believe him.

Which guy was he talking about?

"Who is the guy that I was with?" I asked him.

Honestly speaking, I didn't want to believe what my mind was telling me that he meant.

"That doctor. He is dead...!" I muttered, and I lost grip of myself and fell on the ground. I didn't even know when I fell down in tears, as the next thing that I saw was myself wailing on the ground.

I didn't know why I was even crying this way. After all, I had experienced more ruthless death and kills, and this wasn't supposed to be any different from the others.

"Is this a joke?" I asked.

"No, ma'am. How would I even joke over the death of someone else? I'm not that heartless." The driver responded.

At this point, I just sat on the floor in exhaustion, as I didn't know what to think or do.

"Calm down, ma'am. There's no need for you to cry. The moon goddess would guide us till the end of this very journey." The maiden patted my shoulders in a soft manner.

Honestly, I knew that she was trying to encourage me, but I wasn't having any of it. Why would the moon goddess always allow me to be in terrible situations?

This was really terrible.

"What happened to him?" I asked the driver, and he paused for a while.

Maybe, he was thinking of what to say.

"That's what I can't explain, ma'am. All I can say and remember, is that he is dead." He responded, and I nodded in suspicion.

Why was he sounding that way?

"What do you mean by that answer?" I gave him a very suspicious glare which he understood immediately.

Well, this wasn't the right place to demonstrate authority, and make rules, so I had to bear whatever attitude that they might decide to act.

"Honestly ma'am, I can't explain the cause of his death. His whole body was just covered in black, like a charcoal, and he had blue smoke coming out from his mouth." The driver continued to explain.

"How do you know all these?" I asked the driver who had been doing all the explanations.

The reason for my questions were to understand what had happened. I didn't want a situation where we would be under the mercy of a pretentious killer.

"We landed at almost the same place, and immediately I noticed these signs, I ran away. It was at my own point of trying to escape, that I heard your voice and that of the maiden." The driver explained.

Well, his words sounded convincing even though I wasn't still going to trust him completely.

"What about the air hostesses and pilot?" I asked in concern.

He looked very emotional the moment I asked him about them.

"I think they all crashed with the plane. They weren't able to scamper to safety before the plane crashed." He explained.

Well, he might be right because I could remember that the plane was already jerking terribly before I made my way out, and it was possible that it crashed immediately I flew out.

Anyway, it was the past already, and the best thing that we owed ourselves, was to forge ahead.

"So, where do we go from now?" I asked no one in particular.

The three or us stared at each other at intervals, while trying very hard to come with with decisions and options about how we can leave this place alive.

"I think we need a map, or we probably have to create one." The driver suggested immediately.

It was a genius idea, but we have one problem which was the possible way that we could create a map.

"How do we go about it since we have nothing with us?" I asked the driver, and he paused for a while, before replying me.

"Are you still with that paper that had those inscriptions?" He asked me, and I shook me head in anger.

It was true!

I had misplaced that paper at the wake of the moment.

"I don't think that I still have that paper." I replied to him.

It was indeed getting harder than I expected.

"Then, we would have to take the hard way, which is going through this abandoned ghost town." He announced