My Survival System In An Apocalyptic World

A Swampy Secret

Fuck!

Gray cursed, knowing he was far far below the swamp's surface level.

Who am I? What am I? Where am I?

Gray's heart was pounding in his chest, feeling the sinking isolation gnaw at his intestines.

Why him? Why is he always so unlucky?

Plummeting into the darkness, he felt his breath stolen by the suddenness of his fall.

A few moments later, Gray crashed onto a hard, damp floor, feet down and one hand down like a ninja.

If he wished he couldn't stop his fall, placing his hands and feet along the hole's walls to slow his momentum.

But for some reason, he wanted to see where this led him.

Don't mind as he was cursing before.

All that came from his initial shock of falling down a deeper rabbit hole than expected.

Gray had to admit he liked a taste of danger now and then.

Plus he was happy to be away from the swamp. So isn't this a win-win situation?

(^w^)

The air is thick with a musty, earthy scent, and the only light comes from a faint, distant glow.

"I wonder where it will lead.