I can't see a thing.

    What are we even doing out here? It's freezing.

-out here looking for the Devil;
     What are we supposed to do when we find him.

  If we find him. Maybe we won't. 
Dear Mother I hope we don't.

     I never knew I could be this tired. This damned fog; how far have we come now? I can barely see the guy in front of me,

                          It's so cold.

     How   is    everything      so                    white

            It's so quiet. 
 I hate this. Why are we still out here? Where is "here"? What are we doing this  is  C R A Z Y 

                         How can fog be so thick? It's as thick as this muck we've been marching through. I can't even see the ground anymore. 
Am I walking on  the   fog ?

                                                                     I wish I was home

     The fog keeps
                              seeping in.

 It's so cold
                     I don't think I can feel anything else. The color has drained out of everything.
Even me.

     The others are still here I think. I can't see their faces, only the armor in front of me. Sometimes I bump into someone next to me. 
                                              I don't want to be alone here

Say something

Why won't someone say something?

                    Could I hear if they did?

     It's just fog.

 We're marching and there's fog. I can go home after this.

Please let me go home.

Can I find my way home? I can't see anything.

     so cold

                                   help me help me help me Mother

     We stopped?
Where are we?

     I didn't hear anything but everyone's stopped.
Everyone? I can only see a few shoulders. But they're not moving. Are we turning back?

Can we turn back?

HEY WHAT ARE YOU
     Clumsy fool knocked me over watch where you

                         what?

                                         where's your head?

  please no please no

                                       help me help me help me

         oh Mother the screaming won't stop

     The mud is so cold and dark and heavy. It's so heavy I can't get up. I'm so tired. I can't stay here I can't I have to go please let me go

     It's quiet again.
   That's almost worse.



Is this even mud? It smells so foul.

I see shapes around me but they're not moving. Some of them almost look like people but there's not enough

     Don't think about it. Just go home. Everything will be fine once I'm home.

     There's that sound again. Heavy and wet like someone dropping fruit. 

                                             I shouldn't go that way.

Again. Closer this time. I need to move but
       my body is so cold. My fingers won't move anymore.
     I can't feel my legs

I'll just rest a moment. Then I can go home. Or maybe I'm already in bed and will wake up any moment. Yes,
     I'm feeling much warmer now.

The fog
     the fog the fog the fog is clearing oh glorious

Who's there?

You. I know who you are.

     The sight of the parting fog crystallizing on the Devil's pale shoulders is more beautiful than I ever could have dreamed.

To hold such dominion over the accursed fog; what hope did any of us ever have?