All Mushrooms

Darkness. An empty infinity.

Suddenly, glimpses of faces he'd known, faces of those he'd cherished. Blood running from their eyes like tears, pouring out of grievous wounds.

His mouth opened to scream, but no sound came out. His eyes moved to close, but they were still open. His legs pumped to run away, but he remained frozen in place.

Fire, burning down the home he had known for most of his life. Sickening, evil laughter, coming from those that had done this. Pleas, begging, heart-wrenching screams, then silence.

"Should we kill this one as well?" said a man to his left. No matter how hard he tried, his neck refused to turn.

"No. I have a better idea," replied another man, the demented grin on his face audible through his words. "We need to… balance the scales."

A sharp pain at the back of his head, then dark once again.

...…

"…Morne. Morne. Morne, wake up!"