Vision II

I kept on sinking lower and lower as the cold hands dragged me deeper into the pitch black unknown. I could feel my flesh tearing at every grasp of their sharp nails, and at some point in time, they had drowned my body in an abstract mass of rotten limbs.

Pushing against their hold, I struggled to force my head out of their clutch, and one of my eyes could peer out from their vile, grey fingers. The pupil within my eye darted around frantically, looking for indication of... ‘What The Hell Is Going On?!’

There wasn’t any more light, everything was a lonely black, just as suffocating as the feral gurgles of the undead beings dragging me to hell.

My head felt muddled, and any notion of a functional train of thought was choked into raspy surface thoughts.