I, Dungeon IDungeon

I don't remember much of my life before what I am now. A re-occurring nightmare of violence, pain and darkness greets me every so often to remind me of the fact that I was once something beyond what I am now.

The loom of a big metal grill, the crunch of cement as the vehicle hopped the curb. The sickening crunch of an impact and then the tell tale thump thump, thump thump... as the wheels bounced over a broken tattered form.

Heart rending pain then stillness. No wailing sirens, no screaming people. Such solitude. Did I die? Where am I? Is anyone there????

I'm scared.

Please can anyone answer me??

Silence and darkness. Is this all the after life is? Empty loneliness? Will I go mad? Please! There has to be someone! Anyone! Please! I'm scared!

Nothing.

I'm alone.
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~ Crack ~

A sound?! I'm not alone! HELLO! Answer me please! Who's there?!

~ CRACK ~ ~ CRACK ~

What is that? Is that light? I CAN SEE!

Wait.

What the hell is this?

Is that me?

No...

No way....

I'm a dungeon?!

note: Cover art isn't mine, should the owner require me to remove it i shall comply.

note 2: This is a little bit of inspiration that came while reading Wolfick's Illicitious Dungeon, go give that one a read!