As I guide my hand along the wall, I continue my descent into the darkness. Lost and confused, the only hope of help I have is the voices reverberating throughout the cave.
"Drip, drip, drip," as time passes, the voices fade and become replaced with the sound of water. It is not until my feet make contact with the source that relief floods over me. Guzzling down the liquid, I can feel its warmth spreading through my body. I spot a light in the distance and start walking towards my hopeful sanctuary.
A red color glistens off my hands and I remove my shirt in order to tie off the bleeding. With my shirt already stained, I realize the real problem from the red streak left on my arm after I wipe off my mouth. The puddle that I relished moments ago was not made of water; the bloody footprints left behind me confirm the accusation.
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Stranded
AksiAfter finding himself in a new land, our hero struggles to find his way back home.
