Despair

...almost shredding it to pieces, his prominent height compelled him to bent down, his face concealed in a cloak was the blatant attestation of my doomsday, as I have already took cognizance of what a veiled countenance meant; immediately reaching out for me, as if I was being dragged into a vortex, inexorably seizing me. He revealed a hollow in the machete's hilt, unbeknown to me until that gruesome dusk, the cavity contained a syringe filled with an obnoxious and turbid concoction, a wave of panic overwhelmed me leaving me totally astounded to even act, not that it would make a difference when subdued by his outrageous puissance. The gigantesque needle plunged into my back, releasing its content, I could not struggle, feel, or even reason any longer, my consciousness started to fade as my head spinned wildly, I still could see him...taking off his mask to disclose greater abominable features, mumbling some gibberish to his cohorts, my sight blurred by the effects of fear and the drug;

And then I saw it, all of a sudden my surroundings changed, the plethora of blood pouring down , a never ending flow of cadavers permeating my now unrecognizable alcove, the moanings and lamentations of their anguish, somehow by means of that shot I was in a place utterly wretched and foul, the stench of death abounded, the wraith was there...waiting for me, shrieking my memories would come back soon...and so they did...