I am trapped in a failing body. Every sense in my body has shut down, leaving me in a silent dark prison with only my own mind as my company. I can’t even remember how I wound up like this. At first, I believed that I’d died and this was all that lay for me in the afterwards. Maybe I am. It’s not like I have any sort of frame of reference to compare it to. I’m not even sure how much time has passed since I found myself in this place. How long will I stay in the darkness before it ends? Or is this forever?
Behind the Random: There are a lot of things I could consider being bad. Surviving a zombie apocalypse (because let’s face it, not every one can be Daryl Dixon), losing my job and house and being left to live on the streets alone and forgotten, being slowly eaten by a Sarlaac, and so forth and so forth. But for me, being trapped inside my own mind with no outside contact of any sort would be terrible. Maybe not at first but as time went on, left alone with my thoughts and being driven more and more mad…yeah. I’ll pass thanks. I’m plenty mad as it is.
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