Awake. Day agaiin. still no sign of scavage. Taking stance covered in sand. Again.. Silence.
As the world dims another day goes by. Day.. After day. The world seems thinner. But nothing changes.. In a never ending desert. Miles drawn, each grain shifting below. Moving slowly the land seems to grow.. The feeling sinks as the world left behind is lost. Tired.. Dark.. Night.
Awake. Eyes open.. Dark.. Not tired however lost once more.. Awakened to.. Something above.. Dark, little light.. what can not be seen. Standing now. Stumbling forward. The hard stiff fealing.. Laying one foot in front of the other. The ground is solid. Wood? does not feel.. An uneasy fealing comes over as the ground begins to move. Subtle the boards shift.. Shaken but not throtled. light shimmers from above. Again. And again. The ground moves Each time the light shines and dims, more and less. as the light seeps the room becomes more clear. Empty.
Footing becomes impossible until.. A gaze downword.. This is no room..
Strugling to stand the air seems to get thinner. The grain like creatures below stir and shift. Faster. faster. No time is left as the light dimmins.. The feeling of what should be a wall covers skin in undeniable unease. Scraping away at the darkness it becomes clear. Small yet fragile thousands out of millions begin to crawl over almsot every inch now. Light scewed, skin breaking. With little time to think.. There is only one thing left. Retreating from the walls, flicking away what can be outthrown. Downword.. Digging into the dakness. Peeling away at skin the feeling of blood begins to poor. But ignored. As the ground thickens Plunging deeper into the unknown depths. Cold. Hard metal caught imbetween the palms of a deadman. Pulling the tin out from under the seeping ground. Pulling away at the lid reaching for what was lost I single flare is pulled from the depths. With one quick flick the light streams red. Slowing drowning at a knees depth. But as the the red light flickers out bit by bit it begins to become a violent flame spreading out word. Shocked as to see the aracnid creatures spill off like droplets of whater. Moving away, the small spider like creatures flee from sight.
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Still.. Silence.. An eary nothing. Looking down in disbelief. Feeling a cold breeze against the openings of a torn suit.. The blood seeping through began to sink in... But..
Still pooring with blood, arms reach once more into the small tin. Pulling out what seems as first aid bandaging. With each arm theroughly covered it apears even in a empty land lost and alone.. You're... never.. Alone.