For EverythingThe graveyard was still. Only a crow cawed in the distance. The moon cast its glow upon the many headstones lying broken and shattered on the ground. Worms called this ground their home. And spiders called the stones. As well as the trees, which were blackened and rotting. The webs criss-crossed their way among the trees, trying to catch any bugs flying by. There was a thick fog looming in the air, distorting all vision. The fog carried the scent of decaying flesh. From all the buried bodies, of course. An old rusty iron fence made its way around the gloomy graveyard, seeming to contain the sadness. A large gate stood at the front of the lot. In big, fancy letters at the top, it read "Death Sanctuary," as if to mask the fact that it was a graveyard.
The gate swung open with a loud creaking sound, breaking the relative silence. A dark figure step