I kept walking after killing that damn mosquito. It dared to remove my connection from Illinois, and it paid the price. Everyone knows you never try to take a dog from its master, especially by force. I walked for a few hours before resting for the night, I was close enough to the church to start a transmission tomorrow, and I could report a mission well done. Settling in for the night, I made a small camp, and got some fire going. The forest was much more eerie than before, and it seemed to be getting worse as time passed.

It was strange, it was like something was slowly disappearing from the forest but I had no idea what. That’s when it hit me. It was the sounds. The longer I stayed here, the quieter it got. The insects were slowly stopping their noises, and they were fading away into the distance. Getting worried, I started looking around. Insects slow down for almost nothing but disasters, and I did not want to be caught in one.

I realized I was slowly losing visibility in my surroundings, as a wall of fog approached me from behind. It moved slowly, but I could feel malevolence and hunger wafting from it. And it was not slowing down. It was probably a hundred meters away, but would catch up to me before the night was over.

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I got up, preparing to leave and set up camp a little further before I realized something. There was something moving in the fog. The fog reacted weirdly to this, instead of seeing currents in it, it appeared that small lines in it were vibrating, forming a massive… The spiders. They were back.

What happened!?!?! We killed their queen a few weeks ago, they can’t have gotten a new one so soon. It would take months at the least, and even that would be nearly impossible. That heretic, he must have messed with them.

This was going to be bad, we don’t have anyone left in the area to take care of them, and at this rate they’ll start overtaking the towns in just a few weeks. Nothing good ever comes from heretics, causing problems wherever they go. This was going to be rough.