James was not one for words. His mind may have been filled with abstract thoughts, but they rarely escaped his head. As he tumbled blindly down the open hole, his mind drifted in and out of his delusions. An acidic smell filled his nostrils as he came closer to the ground, distorting his thoughts further.
But no matter how warped James' mind was, it wasn't enough to prepare him for things to come. Nothing, in fact, could prepare any one for the events about to happen to James. Like some things in life, or some might just say life, it began with a bang.
A terrific, and some how wet sounding bang echoed in the surrounding halls as James landed on the ground bellow. He laid for a minute, contemplating the shooting pain in his left leg. But the thoughts of pain left as soon as James realized he lay in a horrific smelling, and strangely warm, liquid. He quickly stood up, which was a mistake, as his left leg could not support his weight. He quickly fell back to ground. Quicker then it took him to stand up. The thoughts of pain returned. He tried once more, this time a lot slower, and achieved success.
He stood for a moment, wondering where he might be. Having no clue, he gave up on his location, and focused on the flood in which he stood. It's warmth did not escape James, for the liquid filled his shoes, and heated his feet. His warm feet soon became his warm ankles, so James decided it was best to keep moving. How he came to this decision, he wasn't sure. It just seemed like a good idea.
James never had any good ideas. Or even any decent ones. But this was, by far, his worst idea yet, as everything after this point in his life is filled with pain and suffering. And maybe a few laughs.
But no matter how warped James' mind was, it wasn't enough to prepare him for things to come. Nothing, in fact, could prepare any one for the events about to happen to James. Like some things in life, or some might just say life, it began with a bang.
A terrific, and some how wet sounding bang echoed in the surrounding halls as James landed on the ground bellow. He laid for a minute, contemplating the shooting pain in his left leg. But the thoughts of pain left as soon as James realized he lay in a horrific smelling, and strangely warm, liquid. He quickly stood up, which was a mistake, as his left leg could not support his weight. He quickly fell back to ground. Quicker then it took him to stand up. The thoughts of pain returned. He tried once more, this time a lot slower, and achieved success.
He stood for a moment, wondering where he might be. Having no clue, he gave up on his location, and focused on the flood in which he stood. It's warmth did not escape James, for the liquid filled his shoes, and heated his feet. His warm feet soon became his warm ankles, so James decided it was best to keep moving. How he came to this decision, he wasn't sure. It just seemed like a good idea.
James never had any good ideas. Or even any decent ones. But this was, by far, his worst idea yet, as everything after this point in his life is filled with pain and suffering. And maybe a few laughs.