278: Back To The Terror

Camilla Gradually, I regained my senses, my head throbbing like a relentless drum. The overwhelming darkness engulfed me, making it nearly impossible to distinguish my surroundings clearly. But I could sense that I was confined in a small, poorly lit space. My limbs felt heavy and sluggish, and I struggled to muster the strength to sit upright. As my vision slowly sharpened, I was struck by the dank, musty odor that filled the air. Determined to assess my situation, I cautiously surveyed my surroundings. The floor beneath me was cold and rough, while the walls appeared to be coated in a thick layer of grime. Just as I was starting to make sense of my surroundings, I heard a scurrying sound nearby. My eyes darted around the room, and I froze when I caught sight of the source of the disturbance. Cockroaches. Dozens of them. They scurried across the floor, their shiny, dark bodies wriggling over the grimy surface. My stomach churned at the sight, and I fought back the urge to panic. Wh