You woke up in a tent... not the one you fell asleep in but one that had a distinctly military vibe to it. Identical cots lined the walls, the trunks in front of them all opened and empty as if everyone had to leave in a hurry. It didn't explain how you got there from that coastal forest and it didn't explain why you were now alone.
All you had were the clothes on your back and your boots which had been neatly placed beside the cot. Moving felt harder for some reason. The air felt heavy and harder to breath, slipping down your throat with a syrupy texture which felt natural to you, albeit more effort than you remembered.
As you lifted the tent flap and looked outside, you prayed you were in a dream.
None of this could be real.
Surely?
The area around you was some kind of military complex, utterly deserted and surrounded by tall, crooked fencing. Each post ended in cruel-looking spears, a few of which had some kind of creature impaled but nothing you could immediately identify and then you looked up.
The sky was a deep turquoise and instead of birds flying, you saw whales, large schools of fish and more underwater life than you could even name in your state of shock. Nothing seemed to be swimming down to you at least.
Figuring there may be someone in at least one of these tents that might be able to tell you where you were or at least what was going on but every tent you peered into looked exactly like the one you woke up in down to one single bed in each looking as though somebody had woken up there and left soon after. A few of the beds were still warm you knew - you hoped - you weren't alone.
About halfway through the complex you found a path, an actual stone path that led you to an open gate with a view of several other plateaus like the one you were on. They looked like they'd been underwater for far longer than the level you were on, with thick patched of kelp and coral coating most of the floorspace, aside from the path which remained strangely untouched as it snaked its way through the otherwise barely lit sectors.
As soon as your feet touched the path, the stone beneath you glowed an organic green, as if it had been expecting you, needing you to function. Without so much as a glance behind, you began walking towards the gate, towards the second plateau and further away from the exit to the shore, hidden behind one of the few tents you didn't bother to check.
All you had were the clothes on your back and your boots which had been neatly placed beside the cot. Moving felt harder for some reason. The air felt heavy and harder to breath, slipping down your throat with a syrupy texture which felt natural to you, albeit more effort than you remembered.
As you lifted the tent flap and looked outside, you prayed you were in a dream.
None of this could be real.
Surely?
The area around you was some kind of military complex, utterly deserted and surrounded by tall, crooked fencing. Each post ended in cruel-looking spears, a few of which had some kind of creature impaled but nothing you could immediately identify and then you looked up.
The sky was a deep turquoise and instead of birds flying, you saw whales, large schools of fish and more underwater life than you could even name in your state of shock. Nothing seemed to be swimming down to you at least.
Figuring there may be someone in at least one of these tents that might be able to tell you where you were or at least what was going on but every tent you peered into looked exactly like the one you woke up in down to one single bed in each looking as though somebody had woken up there and left soon after. A few of the beds were still warm you knew - you hoped - you weren't alone.
About halfway through the complex you found a path, an actual stone path that led you to an open gate with a view of several other plateaus like the one you were on. They looked like they'd been underwater for far longer than the level you were on, with thick patched of kelp and coral coating most of the floorspace, aside from the path which remained strangely untouched as it snaked its way through the otherwise barely lit sectors.
As soon as your feet touched the path, the stone beneath you glowed an organic green, as if it had been expecting you, needing you to function. Without so much as a glance behind, you began walking towards the gate, towards the second plateau and further away from the exit to the shore, hidden behind one of the few tents you didn't bother to check.
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