Spectre awoke to find himself surrounded by Sprites. In the dim light of the moon, it took him a moment to realise they were dead. Their bodies decaying, missing limbs, bloated, dripping water and coated in black sand.
Spectre stood and looked up the road to the afterlife. He reached down to the Sprite sleeping next to him, plucking a stick of deodorant out of his pocket. “OK,” he sighed. “If we’re going together, y’all gonna need this.”