A rotten stench wafted through a rough mountainous landscape seemingly made up of hundreds of thousands of white jagged minerals.
The rock itself looked eerily similar to fractured bones of all shapes and sizes suggesting they came from hundreds if not thousands of different organisms.
Around the base of the mountain of bones was an endless sea of dark red boiling blood mixed with chunks of viscera.
This macabre scene of bone, organs, and blood created a hell-like landscape that could make even the most strong-willed men sick to their stomachs.
However, if one looked at the sky they'd see it was starkly different from its ghastly surroundings.
The sky was a fiery bright orange with red and pink colors mixed in. An eternal dusk without a cloud or even a sun in sight.
Instead of a sun, a round pitch-black object hung in the air surrounded by a ring of shining reddish-orange light, an eclipsed sun.
It gave the horrid landscape caked in a miasma of misery a much-needed sense of serenity with the eclipsed sun carrying an ominous aspect.
This land was a necropolis of death filled with the screams of the slaughtered under a setting sky.
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Roach had been laying on the ground at the base of the mountain conscious but not moving for several minutes now.
An invisible pressure pressed down on every square inch of his body, he couldn't move a muscle.
'Fuck! It's like I'm in a quagmire I can't even open my mouth to talk!'
As Roach lay on the ground unmoving he wondered how he wasn't being squashed to death by this intense force that could easily shatter his bones.
He assumed he was just fortunate the pressure wasn't strong enough to do so but then he began to think about this place and how it was supposed to be an inheritance of some sort.
Roach looked around but he couldn't see anything in his line of sight except crushed bones and due to the invisible pressure, he couldn't turn his head to look anywhere else.
He had no idea what was around him but with all the bones he doubted anything could still be alive in this place.
'At least I won't be eaten by something just laying here but that doesn't mean I can just stay still I got to move!'
Roach tried getting up but when he heard his bones begin to creak threatening to snap like twigs he stopped dead in his tracks and laid back down.
'Okay can't stand up so what can I do?!'
Roach thought about what to do for a while but he couldn't think properly with the jagged bones sticking into him.
It hurt Roach and the added pressure weighing him down didn't help. All it did was make the bone shards pierce even deeper into his skin making him bleed.
To Roach, it was like a bed of nails.
Roach realized if he continued not moving he would eventually be torn apart by the sharp bones that lay under him.
He had no choice but to get up and move even if his bones snapped but whatever option he chose, he knew he'd been in for some serious pain.
"Here goes!" Roach managed to squeak out, his jaw almost shattering under the immense force.
He then attempted to slowly get to his feet but all he could manage to do was get on his hands and knees but even that was a challenge for him.
Under the bones shattering pressure, it was simply impossible to stand up so once again Roach had to crawl along the ground like a bug, and crawl he did for several hours constantly having to stop and rest due to the pain he was experiencing.
The pressure was like a ten-ton weight on his back that caused his knees and hands he was crawling on to sink into the ground and be sliced by razor-sharp bone fragments.
The worst part about this situation wasn't the fact he was being slowly cut to death by the ground or that he was being crushed by some invisible pressure.
It was the fact that even after hours of hard, and I mean very hard crawling Roach has barely moved more than a few feet.
Right now he was still stuck at the base of the mountain and at the rate he was moving, it could take days to find an exit not like he knew where this exit was anyway.
Roach figured that the top of the mountain was a good place to look and if not then well Roach didn't think that far ahead yet.
At the moment he only cared about getting to the summit of this mountain even if it took months to do it.
'I really hope it doesn't take that long though!'
Roach thought as he continued the arduous task of crawling to the top of this mountain.