The Chosen Undead
Member
(Note, I'm posting the same scenario for you guys since you're all doing the same thing at the same time in the same place; waking up in a grimey cell. Each of you will be given individual paragraphs after you do something.)
Krim
Osthavula
SecondBreaking
Dumbledoof
You awake. You're not sure how long you've been asleep; you're reasonably certain your intermittent periods of slumber have been gradually getting longer, but you don't actually have a way to tell time in this accursed cell. The sound of frail scuttling feet scrape against your ears, the revolting sound of insects scrounging whatever meager rations of dung they can find. The walls around you restrict movement; your cell is no larger than ten feet by ten feet. Although it is a naturally stone cell, murky green moss covers half of each wall and large cracks scar the stone. Originally it might have been gray or white, you can't tell, but now it is almost entirely stained in red, brown green and yellow. Three of those being bodily fluids. You would normally be repulsed by such unhygienic conditions but you've largely lost the will to live. You stare upon the gate; the iron rusted yet still holding strong enough to bar you're only exit. Red-toned hollows line the hall, some in fetal positions, others worshipping some invisible statue, yet more crouched upon the ground, their jaws open wide in awe. All are insane.