When Morgan opened his eyes, there was only a thick, heavy fog. He could barely see a foot in front of him, yet he was absolutely certain that something was watching him. He just didn't know where. He looked around for the others, but he was alone. There was no sound, and when he opened his mouth to speak, nothing came out.
"Is this real?"
The words should have echoed in the emptiness, but nothing stirred. Even his own breath vanished into the mist without a trace. He took a step forward and felt the ground ripple beneath his foot, soft and unstable, as though he were walking across water. His stomach twisted at the sensation.
A shadow drifted across his vision. Tall, thin, shifting in a way that made his skin crawl. He blinked hard, hoping it was only his imagination, but the fog seemed to thicken in the direction the shadow had gone.