It had been a day since Roach began climbing or at least he guessed that's how long it has been.
It was always dusk and the eclipse in the sky didn't move so it was impossible to know how much time has passed since he's been stuck here.
Roach didn't care all that much about the time, all that mattered to him was getting out of this hellish place before it was too late.
The skin on the front of his knees and the palms of his hands was practically gone by now and he was bleeding profusely.
His sun-dyed skin was already looking pale it was evident he was losing a lot of blood.
If he didn't find a place where the gravity or whatever this pressure was lighter, so he could cover up his wounds soon he would end up bleeding to death.
After that, the flesh on his corpse would be slowly turned to paste, and his bones would be added to this macabre mountain.
Roach didn't want that to happen so he tried speeding up the pace regardless of the searing pain.
He also decided to no longer stop and rest to recover from his pain this meant his wounds bleed more but it was because of that decision that he was able to make it close to the middle of the mountain in a short amount of time.
Roach was overjoyed he made it halfway to his destination but his mood quickly changed when he felt the pressure on his body double.
"AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!"
Roach howled in pain under the intensifying force that caused his bones to crack creating audible crunching sounds.
The gashes on his body began hemorrhaging shit tons of blood that dyed the white bones around him red and further worsened Roach's exsanguinated state.
He could no longer move the pain was overwhelming him it caused his mind to go numb and his senses to dull.
Several of his bones were now cracked and from the blood pouring out of his mouth, it was safe to assume he had internal injuries.
Roach's mind entered into panic mode as he tried to think of a way to get out of there alive but he couldn't think straight due to a combination of blood loss and excruciating pain.
'What can I do...What can I do?!'
Roach was close to passing out his vision began to dim, his breathing became shallow, and his pulse was dropping rapidly.
But he knew the obvious solution was to go back down the mountain which he quickly decided to do.
Squeezing out every last drop of his tearing muscles' strength he turned around and madly crawled down the mountain.
He only stopped his mad crawling when he felt the increased pressure lessen on his body.
'Thank...God!'
Roach breathed a sigh of relief before blood loss and fatigue overtook him and he fell unconscious.
Falling to his left side he began tumbling down the mountainside at a frightening speed.
As he fell he could be seen being thrown into the air like a basketball and then slamming to the ground several times, breaking more bones in the process until he came to a stop at the very bottom.
The gentle waves of the sanguine sea caressed his hair as he lay limp and barely alive on the white sandy shore of the mountain.
The white sand was made of powdered bone that had been crushed by the fierce tide of the ocean of actual blood that surrounded the mountain.
This formed a pretty sizeable beach that stretched around the bottom of the mountain where Roach lay.
He somehow ended up at the very bottom of the mountain not even at the base where he started out.
This was pathetic, to say the least, but it did have its upsides.
For instance, the gravity here was normal so Roach wasn't being flattened like a pancake right now.
However, that didn't matter since his entire body was a broken mess of mangled flesh and bone.
His skin was torn and his white bones stuck out of his ripped muscles.
Every part of his body was dyed red from his blood how he was even still alive right now was a miracle one that wouldn't last long.
"Wha...what happened to..." Roach attempted to say choked on his own blood.
He regained consciousness not long after he landed but he was immediately perplexed at what had happened to him not recalling that he had fallen down a mountain.
He couldn't feel anything from the neck down if he wasn't dreaming then that meant he was completely paralyzed.
Blood trickled out of the orifices on his face and filled his lungs every breath was like trying to breathe while submerged underwater.
"Help...some...*cough!*" Roach couldn't even finish his desperate plea for help before coughing up a copious amount of blood.
He was dying he knew it but why did it have to be so slow?
'Someone, something please help!'
Roach prayed while gurgling blood, the gentle waves creating a soothing melody as he slowly died.