A Sore Sight

No more than five minutes later my wits begin to return. First I sit up… Another five minutes or so and I stand… How? Surely I was near death. Five more minutes and I feel almost perfect- at least as perfect as I’ve ever…

Disgestion

I wake to the stench. Putrid. Noxious. I gag a few times before I realize where I am. Dead? I reason that I cannot be. Whatever death is, it won’t be as bad as this place. I can’t stand. I struggle to even sit….

The Bridge

Here it is. Not a metaphorical bridge as I anticipated. Instead, just a bridge. Plain and simple. I’ve been walking for hours and just as a potential location for robotics graced my view, a massive bridge did as well- stretching across the murkiest contamination…