9 The Climb

"Ha...haha...hahaha... yeah now I get it, it's my fate. The gods have decided to let me live up to now just so I could die this meaningless death. While others get to live the're happy and long lifes, I was fated to live a unlucky and short life!?."

"THEN WHY NOT GET IT OVER WITH!?! HUH!?! WHY I'M I IN THIS UNNATURAL STATE!?

HAVE I NOT SUFFERED ENOUGH!?"

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As I curse looking up into the darkness I wait for a moment to see if the gods respond to my questions but nothing comes my way. So I look at my destroyed body that only resembles piles of mush. I see a bit upfront what I believe was ones, my skull resampling a smashed watermelon. I then reach out to it and my senses started to distort and I see my broken meat pasted body beginning to move, pilling back into one.

"WHAT THE FU...!?"

Not letting me finish cursing, I lose my sense of sight and ability to move. Only to end up with so much pain I could not possibly know it existed.

"AHHHHH!!!" As I cry out, I feel like my body is being pierce, cut, hammered and then burned into flames. I give no notice that I could hear my own cries and yells, something I could not do when in my unnatural state. As I continue to yell I feel the pain starting to subdue. Making my cries less and less agonizing. I then feel my senses awakening as if there were in slumber.

I open my eyes and I could see the darkness surrounding me, so I close my eyes again. I touch my body and I could feel my touch, I could also feel that my body is all wet from head to toe from what I believe is blood as I get the smell of it.

"My sense of smell is back" I say and hear the sound of my voice. I could not believe what happened.

"Is it really me...am I really alive again?" I ask myself thinking this might be all a dream but remembering back at my suffering I know that I really did die.

"...So I came back from the dead?...Haha...hahaha I alive again!! Yeah!!"

Founding all this funny I laugh an celebrate in my mind. Opening my eyes again I couldn't see a thing it was different from when I was in my unnatural state that let me see a bit of my surroundings. Thinking in which direction I last saw my dagger I slowly walk my way there. I know that my clothes have all turn to shreds, as I feel most of them falling as I walk. Finally finding my dagger I feel a sense of calmness and feel the urge to cry.

"Now all I need to do is get out of here but how can I do that?" As I look up asking myself this question, I know that the only way up is by climbing.

I need to find something on the walls that might help me. I begin to move, as I can't rely on my sense of sight I begin to rely on my sense of touch. Touching all the walls that surround me until finally I found cracks on a side of the wall. Ever since my death I don't trust luck so I just prepare myself mentally of what I have to do and of what may happen.

There's only me, my dagger and the wall. Taking deep breaths I start to move using my dagger to stab into the cracks, I slowly make my way up.

Holding on to edges and deeper cracks with my left hand, making deeper cracks and stabbing them with my right that hold the dagger and using as foothold for my legs the most deep cracks and edges.

It might be because of the Earthquake but on this side of the wall there's many cracks and edges that helps me slowly climb up. I climb and climb, not rushing myself and taking more then enough time to feel my way up the wall. I can't see the roof yet and I don't know how long it's going to take me but I don't lose my focus for even a moment.

Not knowing how much progress I'd made I know I'm reaching my limits. First thing I feel in hunger, then muscle pains. My arms become heavier and my hands have started to have cuts and bruises as I continue to climb up.

"I can't stop now and I can't go down, there's nothing but death if I stay in this cave." I need to trust myself and only myself, I already died once so I know that even luck and fate are clearly not on my side.

(I need to climb faster but I can't see and I'm feeling weaker. How will I make it out? is there another way?...shit I only need to focus on climb that is my only answer) I say to myself and I continue to climb.

My condition worsens as my arms feel as if they were in flames but the worse part is that my hands lose there sense of touch. I can't see and know I can't feel the wall so how will I know where to keep heading.

(shit,shit,shit...) as I curse I try to find a solution but nothing comes to mind.

I move my dagger and stab a bit above me as I continue to climb up but my powerless arms and hands finally give up.

The moment my dagger touch the wall it escape my grasp and my other hand slips off the edge I was holding on to.

I fall again

I don't scream nor cry.

I don't curse nor beg.

I just close my eyes and try to rest.

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SPLASH

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