K. Jackson

Second Chance

Second Chance A rumble pulls me from the abyss, rattling my limbs and cocooning me in sensory overload. I pry my eyes apart, and the noise ceases. Through slits, I squint at the brown haze surrounding me. Where am I? The world shrinks back into the darkness. Screaming jolts me from the nothingness, just as a gloved hand clamps over my mouth, halting the noise. A man leans over my prone body; his unfamiliar face slides in and out of focus. I try to slap his hand away, but my limbs don't respond to my command. Why can't I move? He speaks, but the words float past me. Who is he? What's he saying? I feel the presence of someone else just as my eyes slide shut and the gloved man disappears.