FreeWrite (2.1)
1.0-The Abyss
It feels as if someone dropped you in a giant freezer and closed the lid.
Surrounded by darkness, the frigid air numbs your limbs and stings your cheeks.
With now memory of how you arrived in this wintry hellhole, you began to frantically
wander about in the shadows, the hard surface crunches like ice under your footsteps. Your shaky
voice bounces throughout the still abyss as you call out for help. You won't last long. The artic-like
temperature has taken it's toll on you. Your movements are sluggish, your chest tight, your heart in your throat.
The surface suddenly caves in beneath you as you plunge deeper into darkness.
(I may open this into a story, so maybe it's more a preview?)
