"It was a mistake to come here," two eleven growled.
Mist seemed to pour out of the forest. Standing on its edge and peering in, they could see the visibility drop quickly. It was almost like the forest was covered in a layer of dry ice. The mist came crawling out of the forest ready to corrupt the rest of the world.
The sun was sitting high in the sky, and the day was warm but not uncomfortably so. It was 211's first time on a mission, and she'd been sent to some forest. Her idea of a mission had been quite different, but following orders seemed better than total annihilation.