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When we last left our protagonist, they were in a bind between two monstrous creations of the mist’s imagining. Or so we think. Or maybe you think differently, and that’s okay. The protagonist has not discovered the nature of the mist and so cannot share it with us, and thus neither you nor I know. Still, we can surmise! You can catch up with Part XIII here. Let’s see how our protagonist fares …

I'm not resolved to ending it, of course, á la staying put until some fell beast wanders over and devours me or the green fog picks my bones clean. I just don't know what to do right now. Two massive monsters are battling it out close by and I can't have a moment's peace due to the incessant rumbling. The wolf-man-beast-thing has wandered off somewhere and who knows how long it'll be before it forgets all about the bigger monsters and decides it wants to eat me after all. Then there's the question of all those smaller shadows darting around that looked like mini, voracious, dinosaurs. Having lost all sense of direction, I have no idea where I came from or where to go. I have no weapons, there doesn't appear to be any shelter, and I'm fucking, sore, tired, and famished.

I swear, the first thing I'm going to do if I get out of here alive is eat a fucking sandwich.

Thinking about food gets me going. I start walking. I may not know where I'm going, but I'm certain about where I don't want to go, and that's toward the battling monsters, so I keep that fight to my back. The mist hasn't let up one bit; it's still as thick as it was when I first entered it, so visibility still sucks. Given that I never once tripped over or ran into anything while running away from everything, I'd guess I've been whisked away to some alternate plane that is very flat, with no buildings, poles, trees, or tombstones. My only hope at this point is the mist finds it in its good graces to return me to the graveyard before it moves along.

As if it recognizes my thoughts, the ground begins to take on a more mushy feeling, like I'm walking on grass or very soft dirt. I can start to make things out a little better: shadows take on more definition as I walk closer. Soon, I can make out trees and tombstones. I try to curb my enthusiasm; I don't want the mist to think I'm getting excited about possibly walking out and suck me back in as some sort of cruel joke. Nope, not me thrilled to see the graveyard materializing all around me as I walk. Not eager at all, nuh-uh. Just a casual stroll out of the mist as it drops me off, maybe not exactly where it picked me up but close enough. Close enough is just fine with me, yes it is. Fine indeed.

The scene around me comes into full clarity as the mist dissipates. I'm almost back to the main road cutting across the graveyard. I turn around, expecting to see the retreating mist, but find nothing but more graveyard instead. I do a full 360, looking for any sign of the mist and finding none. I let out a giant sigh. What incredible fuckery.

I turn around and cross the road. I need to get back to the zombie's grave and figure out what to do with the lid before I lead the zombie back to it, but first thing's first: I swore an oath to myself and I'm going to make good on it.

I'm eating a fucking sandwich.

Well, of all things: a fucking sandwich. Seems fitting, don’t you think? After a bout of doing the nasty, a sandwich sounds fine. Perhaps, too, in escaping something nasty. Will our protagonist succeed in their endeavor to make themselves a sandwich? Or will the powers lording over the cemetery keep from it? There’s only one way to find out! Read Part XV here..

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