WRITING OBSTACLE

To gain your freedom, you must make it through a treacherous maze blindfolded.

Rather than including details about how you got into this scenario, try to be as descriptive as possible about how you would survive this experience.

The Darkest Danger

Dazed in abysmal darkness. My sense of awareness was depleted leading me to engage fight or flight instincts. Panic ensued. I must concentrate. Amnesia struck me like a piercing blade as I tried to collect my thoughts. My head was pounding as if I’d ran head first into a concrete wall. Where am I? Oh god. I can’t see. Once I focused myself it became apparent there was a tough fabric rudely accompanying my brows akin to a cats claws on a leather sofa. Somebody had attempted to disable my vision, I was tried to remove the sheath from my face when I realised my wrists were banded together proving me to be even more hopeless than I had previously known. The floor was cold & lifeless like a damp eerie graveyard with an unbearable stench as though decomposing bodies lay beside their gravestones. Could this become my graveyard? I need to calm down. Somebody might be here! “SOMEONE HEL-“ my plead was interrupted by a crossing thought, dear god, somebody might be here. My survival could no longer be reliant on simply finding a way out or breaking out through physical prowess. I listened for any sounds, it was strangely quiet other than fragile droplets of water harshly hitting the floor creating a slight echoed. The lack of birds or traffic nearby alarmed me that I was in a potentially claustrophobic situation. There wasn’t much distinctive to sniff out, but whatever combination of odours I was investigating were atrocious. I was below the surface possibly close by to some sewers. Oh god. Breathe. Slow down. Just walk. I carefully paced forward for nearly a minute, it seemed regardless of speed my heart rate stepped up faster. This continued until I brushed a wall. The hairs on my left arm stood up as a cold breeze lightly skimmed my skin whereas to my right arm goosebumps rose as I heard streams of water flowing like a river. The right seemed safer as if I would head towards a lakeside sunset accompanied by symphonic birds, however this idealistic thought was only projected due to me relying on that one defining noise. Left although more ambiguous was surely safer. I continued left. The pathway steepened slightly. Don’t fall. Take your time. I was lead forward until similar predicaments found their way to me again & again - follow the breeze or risk my hopeful desire, to which I continuously took what I believed to be the safer route. It felt like I was walking in circles. I stepped forward down the last pathway & found myself falling. Oh god. Panic. Peculiar thoughts provoked fear in me as there was no way to tell how far I would fall & how hard I would hit the floor. I landed upon a mild watery abyss in a large open room which became apparent from the echo of my footsteps. My head was bruised from the immediate blow I hit, leaving me nauseous. I creeped up to the edge of the room & walked in a circle, back to the wall with my hands holding it for safety. Some time passed & it occurred to me just what I had found - nothing. Out of conceivable options I sat down, questioning what my next move would be. A foreign footstep pressed down onto the water. “Hello?” I whimpered. The End.
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