I awoke cloaked in darkness so
deep it wrapped about me like a wet blanket in the dankest cave. I took a moment to gain my senses, I found my
arms were not bound and my legs were free to move yet when I attempted to stand
I found I could not sit up more than a few inches before my head hit cold wet
stone. It knocked my back down upon my
back. It took another moment for me to
attempt moving again. This time I used
my hands and legs in an attempt to feel about my surroundings. I reached to my left and right, both hands
were met with stone resistance. I
reached above my head and was met with the same resistance. My feet however touched no resistance and I
found I was able to move by scooting my body.
I couldn’t turn around the prison in which I was confined was too narrow
but slowly I was able to work myself along wherever it was I was trapped.
I moved along at an agonizingly
slow pace, I met no resistance along the way but I could tell by the pain in my
back that I was scraping the tender skin bloody and raw. The stone I was inching along was anything
but smooth. I found a strength within
myself I didn’t know I had and it pushed me to keep moving. The will to survive is strong in a person
when presented with a dire situation.
I moved unending and at one
point I thought I would never reach the end.
“How had they even gotten me in here?”
I thought trying to keep my mind working. At last I could feel a slight drop at the
bottom of my feet. I had reached an
opening, I moved quicker trying to get myself free ignoring the scathing pain
that had spread all across my back.
Finally I dropped from my prison onto a cool floor. It was still pitch black and I could see
nothing.
“Hello?” My voice echoed around what I could only
guess was a cavernous room. I strained
my ears to hear for any other sound than that of my own heartbeat but was met
with only the sound of dripping water that anyone who was familiar with
spelunking might hear. I tried to gather
myself. I had free myself from a
confined space but I knew this ordeal was far from over. The little stump of a man had touched me and
all had been dark. “He brought me here?
How?” I thought.
I began to move forward away as
far as I could tell from where I had been stowed away. I decided it was best to crawl on my hands
and knees so there would be less chance of deadly surprises like pitfalls or
spikes. I had to laugh inwardly at this
thought, I never thought in this day and age I could be in such a situation I
would have to keep aware of traps. This was
the 21st century and here I was abducted and thrown into a cubby in
a cave. I had heard the about the road
of Bimini growing up but it had always been a legend, a story for kids and
conspiracy nuts. Bimini was the first
road trod by man, it is said to span the entire surface of the earth and
secretly leads to all cities lost in time.
It was a story like the fountain of youth or Atlantis, but yet I guess I
had walked upon the road with no knowledge of what I was doing and am now
paying the price. Under any other
circumstance I would be ecstatic and would not be able to wait to tell my
friends Bimini was real. But I took a
walk in the wood and now I was fighting for my life for traveling on some
supernatural forbidden highway.
I crept along the cold stone
floor feeling ahead for any surprises, I could hear the constant drip of the
water and in the quiet I began to hear the scamper of rodents and bugs. I inwardly prayed they would not find me in the
darkness, I was deftly afraid of critters of any kind but my will to survive
kept me from seeking safety. I had to
find a way out. Something began to
happen, as I looked at the floor all the sudden I began to be able to steadily
make out what I was seeing. I could see
the cracks in the stone and my hands in front of me dirty and wet, they looked
shriveled and grey from the damp of this place.
I looked up and in the distance a torch was visible, it looked so far
away but it illuminated my surrounding just enough that I could see what lie
ahead, it was a tall vaulted room with a solid floor with no traps
visible, I stood ignoring the pain in my
knees and began to stumble toward the only light source. Was it freedom, or death?
End part 2
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