Shadow Slave | Sleepless Dreamer

The rush of water murmured behind Hope, traveling down the tracks where he assumed it to be going down the abysmal fog from where he came.

Hope remained at the mercy of his body's collapse on the ground, laying in the same spot in the same position as if any effort to move would waste any energy he was saving. His cargo pants, black sleeve shirt, boots, and chest rig were all damply stuck on like a heavy suit of armor.

There were times when he doubted his eyes were even open.

Hope was sure they were.

But the world remained the same in darkness, eyes opened or closed.

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Was this another tunnel perhaps he was in? A very big one if it had to fit a damn train. But the thought that Hope was underground in dark confined walls again brought an uneasiness, different compared to when he was in the labyrinth den of the behemoth. It stirred a distant feeling, but not from feeling another threatening presence.

Strange.

Even his heart was throbbing in his ears like an alert drum.

Hope frowned. He was certain traces of the behemoth's effects had sapped away so why was he reacting like this?