The sky was grey.
That was the first thing Cobb noticed when he awoke. The sky was a bleak slate grey and it was very cold. It looked like someone had drawn a curtain over the sky, blocking the sun completely. As Cobb dragged himself to his feet, he noticed how unusually flat the ground was. Smooth concrete, as far as he could see, a distance getting progressively less due to a peculiar thick fog rolling towards him. It was at this stage that he realised something was wrong.
The feeling of unease deepened as shadows flicked through the the mist, hinting at things best left unthought of. Within moments, the fog shrouded him completely, so thick that he could barely see his outstretched hand. A shadow whipped past his hand and he yanked it back, but not before he had felt the oily scales. Something behind him giggled like a small child, a sound so wrong in a place of such malignancy that it would have frozen him in terror, were he not already stock-still. Instead, the sound jolted him out of his paralysis and forward as fast as his legs could carry him. Heavy footfalls thundered behind him, and fear lent him speed even as the spirits of the damned sank their claws into his shoulder, dragging him down.
He lashed out, trying to escape from the smothering dark, but amorphous limbs held him down and forced him to look up at the contorted black faces above him, mouths open to scream but letting only laughter out. He opened his mouth in a yell of terror and the shadows flowed in, filling him, becoming him.
He awoke some time later to see the beautiful slate grey sky. Casting his gaze around, he saw a man picking himself up off the ground, so he floated through the air towards him and though he knew he shouldn't, he opened his black lips and giggled.
That was the first thing Cobb noticed when he awoke. The sky was a bleak slate grey and it was very cold. It looked like someone had drawn a curtain over the sky, blocking the sun completely. As Cobb dragged himself to his feet, he noticed how unusually flat the ground was. Smooth concrete, as far as he could see, a distance getting progressively less due to a peculiar thick fog rolling towards him. It was at this stage that he realised something was wrong.
The feeling of unease deepened as shadows flicked through the the mist, hinting at things best left unthought of. Within moments, the fog shrouded him completely, so thick that he could barely see his outstretched hand. A shadow whipped past his hand and he yanked it back, but not before he had felt the oily scales. Something behind him giggled like a small child, a sound so wrong in a place of such malignancy that it would have frozen him in terror, were he not already stock-still. Instead, the sound jolted him out of his paralysis and forward as fast as his legs could carry him. Heavy footfalls thundered behind him, and fear lent him speed even as the spirits of the damned sank their claws into his shoulder, dragging him down.
He lashed out, trying to escape from the smothering dark, but amorphous limbs held him down and forced him to look up at the contorted black faces above him, mouths open to scream but letting only laughter out. He opened his mouth in a yell of terror and the shadows flowed in, filling him, becoming him.
He awoke some time later to see the beautiful slate grey sky. Casting his gaze around, he saw a man picking himself up off the ground, so he floated through the air towards him and though he knew he shouldn't, he opened his black lips and giggled.
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