Depths of the Abyss
He found himself on the edge once again. Looking ahead into the darkness of the cavern, he held himself up heavily. Glazed over eyes, matted hair, and the same clothes from the last time. He had not remembered the last time he was here, nor could he remember the last time he left.
Taking slow, deep breaths to calm his mind, he gave himself hope as he had done before. In his quest for something, anything, he was desperate. He took one deep breath in and screamed as hard as he could down the cavern. He screamed and shrieked and yelled and wailed, hoping to be heard. Creating infinite noise that is lost to the depths of the abyss. Soon enough, his shouting stopped as his lungs had nothing left to give.
From behind he heard a faint sound. A scream, or a shriek, maybe a yell, even a wail? It was a response. He took off running towards it. Leaving the cavern far behind he ran towards someone, anyone, for he was desperate. He did not know for how long he would run, nor did he know how long he had been running, but he knew he was getting close.
He found himself on the edge once again. Looking ahead into the darkness of the cavern, he held himself up heavily.
