ICEEWolf

 It was dark with some flickering bursts of light here and there. I couldn’t make out anything except for a few blurs of simple shapes. I thought, “Where am I?” Suddenly I felt a warm, pulsing pain on my head. Slowly, I moved my hand up to touch where the pain was coming from. It felt warm and wet, slightly sticky. As my range of vision grew, I brought my hand back down, shocked by the sight of the warm crimson liquid sparkling on my fingers. I heard the crackling of wires and the moans of others as I regained my sense of sound. “Thankfully,” I thought to myself, “at least I’m not alone.” I mad