[Misdemonar]

And that's when he woke up, in a dark damp place, he felt the dry crust of what he was shure was dry blood on the side of his cheek. His flesh felt loose from his bones, he was on his back in cool, smooth sand. His brain was confused, and the dark loomed over him, he felt that overtaking sense of fear of the unknown, he could feel his pulse in his eyes, as he stood up, pain coursed through his left arm, his elbow caked in sand. The blood rushing back from his brain, he stepped forward into the pulsating darkness. Putting his foot down slowly in the soft sand,