“You don’t jump … you step, like walking off the pavement when you cross the road.
It’s noisy but you don’t hear anything as you are concentrating on what you are going to do.
Smell is the sense that is heightened the most when you are scared and can’t see anything and your ears won’t work. It stinks of piss and puke with a waft of pure freshness coming at you in insufficient quantity to clear your gut from being scared and taking away the metal taste in your mouth.
Now it’s your turn with the rear-front shuffle taking you to the black hole while your arms are aching with holding onto the weight and I want to throw up but I didn’t eat anything on purpose.
It’s pointless looking up because the cloud blanks out the stars you otherwise would expect to not see, a double negative on a good night that tells you it’s open.
Now your ears tell you what’s happening. Shouts from others that have gone before and are coming after.
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