Vince
Pitch black—Vince lay there blinking his eyes, hoping some light, any light would begin to trickle in as soon as his eyes could focus, but there was nothing. He could hear gunfire and helicopters but couldn't see a damn thing. It was as if he was squeezing his eyes shut; it was so dark, but he could feel himself blinking. The explosions were an instant reminder of where he was. He could hear them in the distance, but no light, not even from the explosions, penetrated this darkness. His heart began to pound as the possibility that maybe he was blind set in.
Licking his excruciatingly dry lips, he tasted the dirt and sweat and who knew what other filth was on them, so he tried to move to the side to spit. A pain like none he'd ever felt pierced through his elbow and shot up to his sh
