CHAPTER 5: Dead and Tired
The feeling of dirt, all around you and inside you, was maddening. Maddening enough that Shade was gurgling and screaming his throat off. But sadly, no matter how loud he yelled, no matter how much he thrashed, he would not make it to the surface through some random miracle. He had passed into stone now, and the tight compression of being squashed by millions of tons of pressure made him jerk and wrench.
Eventually, he became tired. Tired enough that he actually close his eyes. Tired enough that he actually slept. Oh, no, this wasn't caused by his wanton seizure. He could've went a few more hours.
The Underworld had a strange aura that made any bat exhausted within it's range, making them easier to drag into the deep abyss. That, of course, happened only on living bats. The aura had a different effect on downwards-going dead bats. It sapped them of their will, which prevented them from making the ground they were sinking through solid, and just like a rubber ball when under extreme tension, it would eventually shoot up. Not many dead bats have ever escaped using this skill. But then again, not much bats actually escaped. At all, actually.