Daniel sat on the floor of the ruined bookshop in a daze, his back against the bookshop’s counter, his mind trying to comprehend this new world he found himself in. He sat on the floor until it felt like the walls and the ceiling were closing in on him. Until it felt like the skeletal corpse was rising up behind him, ready to drag him down into a darkness so deep he would never find his way back again.
At this thought, a switch flicked on inside his head, propelling him into a panicked action. Daniel clambered to his feet and ran. Part of him was compelled to glance back, to check that the skeleton wasn’t actually dragging itself across the ruined bookshop towards him, its bones clicking like a roomful of berserk metronomes. Stumbling over ruined books and shattered shelves, he staggered
