Thread:Yossipossi/@comment-26242189-20170314073712/@comment-26821421-20170315092848

(I return with a wall) Bryson, in the time that all of these events had happened, had finally arrived home, and shambled into his front door awkwardly. 'I... I need  some rest...' He went to climb the stairs, yet found that his legs somehow lacked the strength to do so. Sighing, he slowly, pain-stakingly made his way to the couch and lay down. And well enough, he fell asleep immediately...

And he found himself back in that gropping darkness. It bit into his very skin now, and he began hyperventilating quickly, gropping for something concrete, trying to get back-

And he jolted awake in a cold sweat, to find himself gripping the couch he was on tightly. He sighed, rubbing his face, clearing the cold sweat from his forehead...

Before gagging, and covering his mouth. He jolted onto his feet, and ran through the house, and out of the back door, kneeling down into a nearby snow pile and vomiting into it, clutching his stomach.

After he had hurled up whatever he needed, he stood once again, and began to stumble clumsily towards his house. He felt nautilus... He just needed some water and some rest. Well, water at the very least.