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2024-10-29 19:42:56Sixty three years ago…
I can’t see. What’s going on?
Am I dead?
No, I don’t think so, that’s good at least…
I can’t open my eyes. What’s up with that?
I can’t feel my arms… How about my legs…? No, nothing.
Something feels coarse around my body. Wait, I feel something? That’s good. I’m definitely alive.
Where am I?
…Who… am I?
I can’t seem to remember. I don’t think now is the time to worry about that. I have to figure of what to do, why I can’t move and where I am.
With the coarse texture of what has enveloped around me, which could probably be what’s keeping me pinned. I think I’m buried under something, sand.
How long have I been under here?
And why am I not dead, let alone not suffocating?
Okay how is this happening? That’s good—Don’t get me wrong I’m not complaining or anything but… Is this even possible?
That’s the least of my problems now. Since I am alive it stands to reason that I must find a way out of this grave… but how, if I can’t even move my anything?
I’ll have to keep trying.
Let’s give it another go.
Now that I know there is lots of sand on me opening my eyes and mouth wouldn’t be a good idea, as if I can anyway.
My arms… No go.
Legs… Nope.
What do I do now? I wonder how long I can stay here without suffocating. Wait, am I even breathing?
Yeah. I think I am… yeah. Wait, how is it possibly to breath underground? Makes no sense… You know what, I don’t even want to know how it’s possible under the compact compost let alone alive.
…!!!
My hand just moved…! Yeah, it did. But I didn’t… I didn’t move it, at least I wasn’t thinking of moving it. Did I do it subconsciously? No… Damn it…! I still have no control.
They move again, so did my legs…
The sand feels aggressive over my skin. I’m moving? Crawling perhaps? Right now it feels like I’m swimming.
I don’t feel any pain of sorts, just the coarse feeling. I don’t have to worry about that now.
I have to face the fact that something else has control of my body and I’m just a passenger… I don’t think I should be worried right now about my body moving without my volition, at the very least I’m making progress and I will soon be out of this current predicament then I can move on to solving the next with focus…
The crushing weight of the sand is starting to lessen. I think I’m almost to the surface.
How long have I been stuck down here…?
My right hand feels light. Has it broken through to the surface?… Yes…!
My upper body is going up…
It makes it out after my left joins the right and pull me up.
I don’t remember anything from my past, where I am but is this how the world is supposed to look like?
I opened my eyes only to see I was standing in the middle of a seemingly unending ocean of sand, a landscape I am unfamiliar with.
What happened here?
It’s not a question to ask giving the fact I can’t remember anything. My mind is a complete blank, almost blank but the decrepit rusted metal construct is in ruins and by the looks of it I’m sure something happened, well, I think so.
But, where am I?
Who am I?
What is this place?
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