Buried in the rubble

"Cough, cough!" Mathew spat out a mixture of blood, snot, and saliva that clogged his throat.

He couldn't really remember anything that happened after he unleashed his ability.

'What happened?' Mathew asked himself, coughing out all the dust that he inhaled after losing his consciousness. Yet, as he opened his eyes, he felt a tingle of panic poking at his nerves.

Because even after he opened his eyes, there wasn't a single thing that he could see.

'Wait,' Mathew thought when another realization struck his mind. 'I can't move!'

The young man managed to keep himself psyched up about the task by simply ignoring all the possibilities of him dying.

It wasn't that he didn't take them into account; he simply refused to think about them too much.

But Mathew now was different. Because he now realized that there was something worse than death.