I fell, rolled, skidded and straightened only to fall and roll and lurch again. After a lifetime of repetition of that same cycle, I lay, face down on a rocky ground, pointed splinters cutting my face and palms in a dozen different small lacerations. My head spun, the world was trying like crazy to spin out of axis. My stomach churned and roiled, and I had to raise my head to puke and not drown in my own vomit.
After a few minutes and lots of dry heaving, my stomach finally settled.
I looked around. It was dark, very dark. Even my enhanced vision couldn"t see far in this sort of dark. The ground beneath me was rocky and cracked, parched soil that hadn"t seen water in centuries. The rocks weren"t the normal, usual stuff you see everywhere either, but jagged, pointed pieces, some as sharp
