Trees can be seen for miles on end. The wind blew, making them sway ever so slightly, and rustle gently. It's beautiful.
That is, until you noticed a person pass by quickly, followed by others. They appeared to be the natives of this land, and upon further inspection, they have Grey skin, and some wear skulls on their back.
"What the?" John said, drawing his katana. "These people are dangerous. Be careful."
Alicia drew her Axe. "Knock them over, and chop them up. They'll just get back up if you don't."