“Elijah!” I scream as I rush forward, my own flashlight almost slipping dangerously out of my hand. I grip it tighter, terrified of losing our only source of light in this dark cave.
I have the worst sense of orientation; even with the light, I wouldn't know how to navigate this place, let alone in the dark. North, south, east, west? At this point, who the f*ck knows!?
I notice Elijah is starting to slowly slide deeper into the water and I start to panic, not knowing where to put the blasted flashlight while I try to save him.
“F*ck, f*ck, f*ck, f*uuuuuuuuuuck! Elijah! No! Wake up! Oh, fuuuuuuhhh—”
The whirlpool in the middle of the flooded cave seems to beckon, a sinister and hungry mouth ready to claim him if I should make the slightest mistake of relaxing my hold. So I grab his arm
