Suffocated, I felt. I could not see before my eyes as I lay there with my face in the mud as the heavy rain collided with the ground. My arms were too weak, my head was spinning and the only thing I could think of was the door.
The groans and screams were not too far behind me as my heartbeat paced up. I could hear their shrieks, their pants and their movement above the roaring thunder. My feet were slippery and I couldn't manage to stand up. I tried and tried but it was futile. This is it, I thought.
Could it have been my ending? No. I couldn't give up now. As I clutched my fingers to the moist mud, I rose from the rain and stood there in the moonlight. Nothing was too clear, nothing was too blurry - it felt perfect. I moved my legs slowly in hopes not to trip again. My body moved against the heavy wind.
I now lay on the marble floor, hearing the muffled sounds from outside. I made it, I thought. I am or should be safe. If I've made it for 2 days, I should be able to survive even longer.
Where is everyone? Have they forgotten about me? What went on down there? I have never witnessed an atmosphere as this on an instanced realm. It spread too fast and I could only find myself here, on this forsaken floating island. I coughed up the water from my throat and lay there.
The scratches on the door were heard but muffled. The door had kept me safe tonight. I open my eyes and look to the ceiling above me and take a deep breath to exhale but my lungs were pumped and tired. I moved my hands slowly to my head and removed the helmet.
At last. I no longer felt suffocated and I could finally breathe. I mustered the remaining of my energy to stand up once again, leaning on a wall. I removed my armour and let them clank against the floor. I collapsed once again, to enter a sleep that should refresh me once more.
To enable my rising, my safety and my strength. It was the only way.
I had to ensure my survival. Old forum user.
The groans and screams were not too far behind me as my heartbeat paced up. I could hear their shrieks, their pants and their movement above the roaring thunder. My feet were slippery and I couldn't manage to stand up. I tried and tried but it was futile. This is it, I thought.
Could it have been my ending? No. I couldn't give up now. As I clutched my fingers to the moist mud, I rose from the rain and stood there in the moonlight. Nothing was too clear, nothing was too blurry - it felt perfect. I moved my legs slowly in hopes not to trip again. My body moved against the heavy wind.
I now lay on the marble floor, hearing the muffled sounds from outside. I made it, I thought. I am or should be safe. If I've made it for 2 days, I should be able to survive even longer.
Where is everyone? Have they forgotten about me? What went on down there? I have never witnessed an atmosphere as this on an instanced realm. It spread too fast and I could only find myself here, on this forsaken floating island. I coughed up the water from my throat and lay there.
The scratches on the door were heard but muffled. The door had kept me safe tonight. I open my eyes and look to the ceiling above me and take a deep breath to exhale but my lungs were pumped and tired. I moved my hands slowly to my head and removed the helmet.
At last. I no longer felt suffocated and I could finally breathe. I mustered the remaining of my energy to stand up once again, leaning on a wall. I removed my armour and let them clank against the floor. I collapsed once again, to enter a sleep that should refresh me once more.
To enable my rising, my safety and my strength. It was the only way.
I had to ensure my survival. Old forum user.
16-Aug-2014 12:19:31