Dark stone is hallowed ground. For it is what catches his fall. He had blacked out, but why didn’t he wake up in the lunchroom? He felt nauseous and as if he was in a halfway sleep.

He stood up, and saw overkill. Darkness on darkness. Fog in the night. When he got to his feet, he felt a wind like sensation. Hot on the inside, cold on the outside.

His surroundings appeared to be that of the lunchroom he was once in. All in monochrome however, the black fog has tilted and tainted the once colorful room. And the windows glowed of a dark crimson, as to some unseen light from elsewhere. His breaths echoed, not throughout the room, but through what seemed like the whole world.

“Wanderer, your time has begun,” a large hollow voice screeched softly from behind. Indy turned behind him and was brushed by a thick dark cloak.

“The dying light desires more however,” continued the voice, “you fall short of the oath.”

“‘Kay,” replied Indy, “What the -”

“Obscenities should be kept to a minimum in this place, for that is a human thing. And that sickness has been long since forgotten.”

“Right,” replied a shaking Indy, “What does that mean?”

“The dying light will take your world as well,” the voice ignored a slowly panicking Indy continuing to shake, “It has judged all of your hearts and found them valueless.”

“That’s not scary at all,” replied Indy, “look if this keeps going I’m going to puke. So; what is this? Who are you? What are you? Where are you? Where am I? Am I going to die? And is there a bathroom I can use in this hell cause I might need to puke.”

“This is not hell, it is simply a collection of human action.”

“So like, not paying attention to global warming?”

“No the opposite in fact.”

“You really aren’t making sense.”

The voice stopped. And the air became motionless. Indy tried to turn around to find the voice again, but his head seemed to move in slow-motion. And then suddenly it began to move faster than he could control. His head spun around over and over and over again like a top.

The crimson and black blurs danced around him, and then suddenly it stopped. His head stopped spinning and the dancing lights stopped. The red blur suddenly became brighter, and the black was slowly defeated by the orange light.

There was a light. But an actual light this time. He opened his eyes and blinked. Hospital, he was in a hospital.

He took a minute to let his eyes adjust, and began to scan the room to see who he feared were staring at him.

The darker figures, that wandered the room must’ve been people, he thought. And the screaming going on in his head slowly gave way to voices.

Then there was the banging. Two gunshots sounded in the room followed by a man’s voice. “Indy?” it said, then  another bang.