The Rise of the Troloin Three

The Last Human Recollects

Chapter One

How'd this happen to me?

Where... am I?

These were the solitary thoughts of what might be the last human in all of existence. Those two thoughts were the only thing that resonated in the human's despair-riddled mind, the haunting emotions of hopelessness and confusion echoing endlessly in his barren skull.

That, and the empty drips and plops of the water droplets falling around him in the dark cave he suddenly found himself in. Huddled in what he assumed to be a corner because he wasn't too sure of what it actually was due to the various spikes poking into his back uncomfortably. His head hung low in a hazy defeat though why he felt that way was beyond him.

The human's shaky and, just noticing this when he brought them up to his dull brown eyes, bloody hands dragged through his long, dirty black hair. His breath was short as his entire body ached, though why and how it did, he couldn't remember for the life of him. Strange, tattered rags barely covered his body, let alone protect him from the miniature shower from the strange, almost alien rock formations jutting out in all directions. It seemed that the more his consciousness came back to him, the more his dismay and bewilderment kept growing and growing.

What am I doing here? Where is HERE?! Confusion and anxiety were beginning to give way to frustration; his shaking hands finally found it within themselves to squeeze tightly in his hair, ripping out a few strands of his battered hair along with it.

His voice was gravelly like it had been years since he last spoke. But by the way that his throat felt clear of any blockage or anything that might hinder his ability to speak whatsoever worried him; the human knew that he had probably been speaking less than a few hours ago... but he just couldn't remember what he said. "God, damn it, what is going ON WITH ME?!"

Echoing around the vast expanse that was the cavern he found himself in, his own voice repeated on a fading loop, almost like he was taunting himself. But the taunting would soon be the very least of his worries, as his problems would soon not just be mental... but physical as well. A series of guttural chitters and growls came from deep in the void next to him. He froze, his body going tense for whatever reason when he heard the extremely distant conversation explode with activity before going quiet again.

His legs felt like there were a million pounds on them, yet due to how much his instincts were warning him that those sounds were definitely NOT from a friendly party, the nameless human soon found enough energy within himself to get up. His muffled grunts were thankfully not loud enough to garner more attention from whoever was looking for him, which meant that he had the time to experimentally start waving his hands around, if only in a desperate bid to scope out the mysterious room. What the HELL are those guys?! Sure as fuck don't sound friendly, that's for sure.

The human nearly gasped in surprise when he, after dragging his hands over the grimy rocks covered in a slimy substance of God-knows-what, almost fell over after leaning on the cave wall for so long. Absent-mindedly flopping his hand around in the dark both in front and behind him, it was clear that the reason behind being able to hear that sound was because there was a tunnel right next to him, enveloped in the void. Could I have come from there? This could only mean that they can come from there as well.

Hearing a rock or pebble being kicked in the distance, it was followed by a swift yelp of pain accompanied by what he could only guess were mad jeers and jabs. It didn't take long for the human to start backing away with a pounding heart when he realized that they were getting near him. Shit! Why do I gotta move so soon? I'm so... tired, man. God, damn it, did I do something to them to make them so PISSED OFF?