Enoch stared at the bodies. Minutes passed, but Enoch still didn't feel scared. So after half an hour or so, he stepped onto the wooden stair leading up to the body hanging from the structure. The wood made a long, wailing creak as he made his way up the steps.
As he looked up, Enoch saw the pale face of a woman with long black tendrils of hair that softly played with the wind, and blank, emerald coloured eyes.
Enoch stared at the corpse, stared and stared, but no slither of fear entered his body.
Moments later, he jumped down into the mist on the forest floor, and tore a hunk of bread off the loaf he had packed earlier. Only now did he realise how hungry he had become.
He threw one final glance at the corpses and then set off back into the forest.
