Bobbing in the dark, eyes maladjusted, there was little to take from the garbled scenery but a sense of aimless dread. In solitude there came a calmness, to collect one's thoughts and formulate a plan of action; in company, the shared burden of energy oft led to split-second decision, whether viewable or not. While no silhouette, no movement, crossed the path of vision, a foreboding feeling of eyes permeated the area.
His body moved without his prompting, pulled forth where his sight couldn't pierce. Threads of sinew, bundles of nerves, stretched out before him and dug under the skin, clawing at his muscles as the organic lines grew taut with the tugging. Was it his, or was it from that who was leading? It scarcely seemed to matter when the stimulation positively reinforced the bitter truth:
This was a battle between life and death.
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