The Walkers

Chapter 1

"Who am I? "Where am I? Where is this?" The questions hauled my mind as a waterfall falling upon smoothed rocks in the middle of a mountain covered by dense forests. How much time has passed since I first drifted here? Minutes? Hours? Days? I have no longer any cognition on what's happening to me.

"It's dark..." Darkness enveloping me. I know I have eyes, but I can only see the pitch blackness of the abyss I am stuck in. Do I have eyes? How can I be so sure? Can I see? I no longer am able to answer these inquiries/ It's maddening not being able to sense anything at all. What are senses in the first place?

"I'm cold..." Am I really feeling the absence of heat? How can I be so sure? What's hot or cold? What are feelings? This place is dark and loneliness is killing me. Somebody help me! Somebody...

"Anyone...?" Is anyone really here? Am I all alone? How can I be even sure if there's another entity that can hear my please? Can I hear? I think I can but I am not sure. I cannot feel my ears either. What does my voice sound like? Can I speak? Why is this so hard?

"Hard..." Yes. Hard is the fact that I am probably the only drifter in this world of blackness and solitude. This is like that time when I got stuck inside the closet and got locked in. Wait. Closet? Are those really my memories? I cannot remember anymore. How much time has passed? I wish I could hear the tic-tacking of a clock. At least then I would know that I am not crazy.

"Crazy?" Might as well I have become crazy. I am insane! Cuckoo?! Ha. Ha. Ha! It's not even funny. I am not making any sense anymore. Why have things turned like this? Am I dreaming? I am pretty sure I am dreaming... I will wake up soon.

"Soon..." How much time has passed again? Time. Time goes by. When was the last time I spoke with someone? Am I someone? Ah! I can't take it anymore! Please cease this silence!

"Silence..." An eternity for the mad and a bliss for those seeking peace. Too much can bring someone to despair and to little will make one brim with madness. How much more to live? Can it end? Make it end. Make me end. Please.

"Please..." This joke has gone too far. I want to be released. For how much time have I been afloat in this vast emptiness.

"Afloat?" How can I know I am floating? Is there such a thing here? Is there gravity? Do I exist?

"Existence..." I am not sure anymore. What is real and what's fantasy? I am too tired to think. This bright light is not helping me calm down.

"A light?" Wait. There is a light? So I can see? It is pulling me. It's pulling. I am being sucked into a vortex. I am afraid. Where does it take me to? Where am I going? Help! I liked the darkness! No! Please don't take my shelter away! Please don't! I beg of you! Have mercy! The light is blinding me!