If there was one thing Piggy feared above all, it was darkness.
Darkness meant he couldn't see, and when he couldn't see, he was more vulnerable than he normally was.
And in the jungle with Jack, blindness wasn't an option.
But here he was, blind as a bat. Stumbling his way through what felt like creepers, he walked slowly against the suffocating blackness. He needed a way to know where he was; If only –
SNAP
"What was that?" He asked the air, the only response being a louder crash. Piggy swung around to see Jack's painted face coming at him, spear in hand. He was singing 'kill Piggy – cut his throat – bash him in!'
Piggy let out a scream (funny how it made no sound), and took off in the darkness. Suddenly, though, he felt his lungs fill up with the same absence of anything that surrounded him. He gasped for air, clutching his chest.
This was not the time for an asthma attack.
He kneeled on the ground, coughing. The darkness was gone no, replaced by the old plane as it was going down. Through the panicking voices of the adults telling them to get down, Piggy heard Jack's sneering voice.
"I'm sure Piggy's fat'll keep him from dying when we hit the ground. Dunno how long he'll keep on once we get there, though. He'll prob'ly work himself into a fit and suffocate."
He clutched his chest tighter, "But that's 'cos of m'asthma!"
The boy sitting in front of him on the plane turned and Piggy recognize him as Ralph.
"Sucks to your ass-mar."
Piggy could feel tears welling up in his eyes as he gave a few more quick gasps. He could hear Ralph and Jack's laughter when suddenly the plane lurched forward and --!
BOOM
Piggy woke with a start. Presently a moaning noise made him believe that the plane had really just crashed, until he realized it was just a nightmare.
A ruddy nightmare.
"Ralph! Ralph!"
And when Ralph woke up and the moaning stopped, Piggy felt relieved. At least none of it was real.