I lay somewhere in the void. I hear a voice, metallic and inhuman. "run" I hear like a bell. I haven't quite registered where I am. "Run!" I hear like a gong in my ear - my eyes open slowly as my brain adjusts to the scenery around me. "RUN!" I hear like a fucking church bell over my body. The voice is like that of a man with a microphone when his mouth gets to close. I could have sworn it came from my own body. I trust who ever the voice belongs to and without skipping a beat, I take off in the first direction my body points me.
This place is cold and everything smells wet, like old moss. It's dark and even though I can't make out the source of it, there is a faint light here. Was there another person on that stone slab? No time to check, I have to run. It feels like a dream, but I know I can't feel my lungs and heart in a dream. Beating and breathing, I run so damn fast I can taste the irony blood on the back of my tongue. Before me, I see a couple of small figures. They look like humans, but have the gait of a toddler. Large head, large eyes, slim body. What the fuck? Is that a......goblin?
They ran towards me with crude weapons that looked as if they were forged from old armor. They wore leathers held together with thin rope. I don't know what they want, but I can guess they are hungry and I'm not the first one they've chased down, by the looks of the bones they proudly display on their tattered armor. I know if I ran, they would catch me. Fast little bastards. I decided to give fighting a shot. I don't think I've been in a scrap since second grade, but fuck it. I'm going to show these little ankle-biters what Homo-fucking-Erectus is capable of. I find a fist-sized stone, would make for a decent bludgeon, but I decide to just wing it at one of the yammering creatures. I strike the one on the right square in the jaw. My sight isn't great down here, but I'm pretty sure I knocked out a few teeth. Great, Just a few less gaps for my flesh to get stuck in later.
I scream out and lunge for the fucker stage left, but they began running. If I had a flashlight, I could have sworn there was some fear in those eyes. Something tells me It wasn't my impressive rock throwing. Then I smell it. A smell of wet dog and bread dough. I turn around and see nothing looking ahead except blackness. Then, the black begins to move, undulate even. At my feet, I am met with what looks like 3 pairs of fleshy cylinders. And above me is a writhing worm-like head, but I never seen a worm with a few dozen fingers running up each side. By the time I can register the creature, its head grabs me like a python going for a rat and holds me to its back. I hear that same voice come back "Sleep now. You won't like the things you see if you stay awake." It sounds like it's coming from my....wait, was I wearing this thing around my neck this whole time?
From there the twilight faded to darkness as the beast carried me off.