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The Shadow clings to your every step, seeming to warp even with the blots of rain as you shuffle past the tree that utterly destroyed your poor wall.
You think you're getting a feel for your own feet as you step outside, using your shovel as a cane, it gets... easier not to fly off. You're getting a bit more dexterous you'd like to think.
What concerns you more is that the wind seems... Alive.
As you move along the wall, the angle changes, like it's intent on dragging you into the Wood if you dare lost your balance.
A few of the Hive pray it's just coincidence.
You cannot hear over the deafening thunder if anything is approaching.
You can barely see with the rain obscuring your vision.
You cannot smell because you are a Robot.
The Shadow looms quietly behind you all the while, slow step by slow determined step...
