Lux___Wolf
Ends of Eternity
Timothy Green woke up, one side of his face encrusted with brown fine sand. The world was spinning not just horizontally but vertically, making him want to hurl. He slept wrong, his elbow throbbed, and his body had pangs where it was numb. It was pitch-black save for one small lit candle set against the wall. There were countless unlit candles on both of its sides, and flints for every one. The wall glimmered, revealing etches and carvings. His first thought, the first word that came to his foggy mind, was: Pyramid.
No memory, no backstory, no past. All wiped, all gone. All Timothy knew was that he was here and he was still alive. He stood, looking about other sleeping and stirring people. He did not hesitate to take the lit candle, picking it up, revealing a map gouged out of the stone wall. His mouth slowly dropped at the sight of a 15-floor pyramid. Since it was murky dark and already difficult and laboring to breathe, he understood that they were at the very bottom, underground. The more they inhaled the little oxygen left, and exhaled copious carbon dioxide, the more they stayed here, they would certainly die.
Timothy lost it, screaming angrily, hollering at the top of his lungs. The echoing shouts filled the 15th floor, bouncing off the bulwarks, pillars, and sarcophaguses. Up a wide stairwell, echoing through the 14th floor, stirring cobwebs and dripping droplets. The 13th floor, and beyond. Corpses lied there, withered skulls motionless and hollow, while centipedes slithered out and scurried into the darkness.