Literature
Whelk Round 5
Wet and dripping with both water and blood, Whelk looks around for the first time, combing back sodden dreads out of his face with shaking hands. He sees..nothing natural. All right angles and unnatural blockish shapes that crowd together and make his brain hurt. His fingers come back red and caked with new blood and scabbing clots and he shakes his head again, anxious to make the ringing stop. It makes it worse.
What happened to him? That can’t have been..but it did. It happened.
He looks up at the slowly shrinking hole overhead and the chaos around him, and wonders at it all. It’s all so..odd. The stink of the polluted pool, t