By the third day, or at least after my third extended rest, I knew something was wrong.
I woke as usual to the appearance of lighter fog, but discarded the idea as wishful thinking. The light never changed here. Slinging my bag, I set my foot upon the next step. Blue tinged eyes met my gaze. A disturbingly familiar stair further up brandished a tendril crack that split along one side, making it uneven with the other. Then I saw the missing corner from the banister.
My heart tried to flutter into a panic but I forced myself to breathe. I dropped to my knees, trying to make sense through the throbbing pain in my head. I needed water. The only way out was forward.
I walked until I couldn't take another step. Laying down with nothing at my back, exposed between flights, I fell into a stupor.
Burning thirst woke me. I rolled over with a groan of pain as the headache had worsened. Unable to stand, I began to crawl.
Blue eyes, cracked stair, broken rail.
Something was undoing my progress.
Comments (2 so far!)
Average reader rating 5.00/5
Oh man, repetitive loops. Something is indeed undoing the progress. This should make your protagonist angry enough to fight.
- #2427 Posted 5 years ago
A journey of self-discovery. Perhaps the second lesson will provide enlightenment.
- #2432 Posted 5 years ago
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