Merry was caught in a rather strange sort of dream. He felt heavy all over, as if the earth was fighting especially hard to keep him planted there against it. Everything around him was a roar, but there were no sounds he could identify. His eyes were open, but all he saw was gray and darker gray against it.
But he could think, and he knew. Dead. Everyone was dead. It was his worst nightmares come true.
The heavy grayness didn't feel like death, at least not as he'd ever imagined it. But he gave himself to it willingly, hoping it would simply carry him further into darkness and unite him with everyone he had just lost.