I'm not sure how much time has passed since everything went black. All I remember is falling—endlessly falling.
Now, I'm lying on the cold, unyielding ground. Everything around me is shrouded in darkness, thick and oppressive. The only reprieve is a faint ray of light shining from somewhere far above me, barely piercing the void. It's weak, insufficient to illuminate this place.
Where am I?
I can't even tell what kind of place this is. Nothing feels familiar. Nothing feels real.
I try to move, but my body refuses to respond. Only my fingers twitch faintly, the smallest proof that I'm still alive. Beyond that, I'm trapped, my limbs as heavy as the oppressive air around me.
What happened to the others? Did anyone else survive?
The questions swirl in my mind, but no answers come. Just the cold, the darkness, and the faint, flickering light.
At least I'm still alive.
