#WritcoStoryPrompt100
>When things grew worse, it was like a domino effect, with behavioral changes ranging from lone hopping as you parade to a famed locust swarming form.<

I grew irritated of the heat. It never grows on you out amoung the dried trunks. The horizon flickering false hope amongst the coarse mountain hills. Death is out there. The hum of hunger rung in my dying forest, its souls syphond by the bright flame above. Its dry, and the storms have yet to come. The trees crackled bark, spoke its pain, it told me how they thirsted for shade from the blaze, how...