[ When the feed flips on, it shows only the faint, reflective glow of the metal he's surrounded by. There's the sound of a soft groan, and the phone slips from his fingers to land with a clang upon the metal sheet bedding. There's a sharp 'BANG', presumably because he's sat up, hit his head. This is followed by a string of curses in harsh Arabic. ( Read more... )

Maybe you fell asleep, maybe you were knocked out. Maybe you were in the middle of a fight, maybe you don't even remember what you were doing at all. But regardless, you remember the darkness. It's crushing, all-encompassing. It fills your lungs and presses it's weight down on your shoulders, suffocating, overwhelming. It's so dark you can't tell ( Read more... )