Mount Apikuni The trouble is, you think you have time.

they were all so wary - so watchful - and careful of him that they did not take the time to note the complete lack of care that was written on the dark hairs of his face. apathy was a devil and he carried it on his back with care and devotion, as if to contradict his own mentality. there was not another creature alive that concerned him, for he was already dead and he did not know what more there was to fear but the hell that he had found himself in. 

the ghoul mustered a gurgled sound from the back of his throat before he trudged toward her. she was different and he wondered if she actually belonged in the terrors of the suffering world at all. the wraith had never seen a dog; he did not know that her blood was tainted by domestication. it mattered very little, anyway. with a wet slapping of his lips, the ghoul marched at her and aimed to close all the distance that stretched between them.