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Suffocation is setting in, my lungs are collapsing and all I can see is darkness. I can't breathe, shit, where am I? Who am I? What am I doing here. I grope around, trying to find something. My hand hits a hard object on my left. I drag my knuckle along it. I can feel tiny pieces of blistering wood digging deep like daggers.

I pull my left hand back towards my body. I lay it to my side while I continue to explore with the other hand. I stretch as far as it will go, but nothing. I place it down and land on something soft. It feels slimy and cold; I squeeze it. It's soft but rubbery like a chew toy. I take my hand back towards my body once again.

I can't breathe. I'm drowning. I can feel the oxygen leaving my body to never return. I can feel heat rise through the entire complexity of my organs. The darkness gains multicoloured spots. They hurt. My eyes are dried up. I keep touching the squidgy thing next to me. My left hand swipes across the hard surface once more,suddenly I feel warmth covering my hand. It is covered in blood.

I pull my hands back and touch my chest. I am not naked; I have a shirt on, it is hot and moist, covered in horrible beads of sweat. I stroke the length of my body and put my hands towards my pockets. I feel...