What Exists At The Furthest
Through the back exit of the warehouse, he stepped back onto the street, though it was distinctly different from what it should've been. On both sides of the road itself, there was complete darkness; the buildings were veiled in shadows so dense it seemed that only the asphalt existed ahead.
As he walked onto the isolated street, he heard something peculiar, all around him in the near distance; waves crashing, as if amidst an unruly storm at sea. Yet, there was no such body of water around.
'Just keep moving. Don't focus on anything too much–it's just trying to play tricks on me,' he convinced himself while moving.
With each step forward, he could feel his own body resistant to moving further. The further he tracked the footprints through the lonely road, the louder the sounds of waves colliding became.
Each step he took became less stable, imbuing a slight wobble into his stride as he found his own body withholding the will to keep moving.