Tom’s face went white. “We can’t go any farther. This is bad ground,” he said, his voice trembling.
“What the hell are you talking about, you moron?” Ben cawed, his face contorted in a mix of incredulity and disgust. “’Bad ground’? What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”
Tom withheld any verbal explanation. Instead, he raised his quivering hand. From the hand he extended a single finger and pointed at what Ben had failed to notice: a lone vertebra hung from a nail on a tree directly in front of them.
Ben gasped at the sight of what was almost certainly human remains. He looked over at Tom and, seeing Tom was terrified, regained his composure. This is gonna be good, Ben thought to himself.