Sub-Terra Graveyard

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The Graveyard

Neglected for years upon years, even before Armageddon took place, the old graveyard is lost among the rotting trees. Worn gravestones, tangled among dead roots and crumbling flowers, are settled deep into soggy mud and grass, their bare heads and shoulders bowed humbly, their faded names muffled by age and time. Each grave is pressed into close proximity of the others, no room spared for walking, no ground wasted for anything other than a hollow cavern where a corpse now lays, decomposed into nothing but dust below the earth’s surface. Corralled and crowded by sharp wrought iron fences, they jostle for a position in this desolate graveyard to observe the passing of the seasons, no longer graced by the presence of visitors other than the occasional raven who would alight in the gnarled old oak tree which is rotting though somhow still standing.
© Zero for the description

*he chuckles nervously*
then i would apologize for invading on your home

"Quite the polite little gentleman, aren't you?" she laughed to herself, regarding him with an untinterested flick of the tail. "But don't mistake the words I used. "Home" and "Place of Living" are two very different things. I live here, yes," she conceded as she began to walk away from him, "but it's not my home."
With that, she bounded away from him, stopping for a moment to look at Kain with an inquiring gaze--as if asking if he woudl follow--before darting out of the graveyard.