For a moment I could hear a voice.
It sounded…rushed. I couldn't make out what it was saying.
"Am….I…moving?"
Was I? My eyes remained glued shut. I still couldn't feel anything, other than a faint breath entering my lungs
"What's…happ..ening…"
I slipped into unconsciousness once again.
I slowly opened my eyes.
Everything was still dark around me, but a weak red glow allowed my sight to not be obsolete. I weakly attempted to sit up, feeling a sense of numbness course through my body. After a bit of struggling and eventual success, I rubbed my eyes and tried to make out my surroundings.
The faint red glow cast large shadows that enveloped me. It seemed there was a large hill in front of me, so big it could be considered a mini-mountain. I peered around once more. Another mini-mountain was behind me as well. The same to my sides. I was surrounded…by hills?
I shook my head and rubbed my face.
"What is this? Am I dead? Really? This place, it's… unusual. I feel weird. Am I missing something? Is this hell? Heaven?"
I felt a strange urge to get up. Ignoring the numbness, I forced myself to rise.
I could now see a little more, though not much. Out of the corner of my eye, I thought I saw a figure. I looked over and squinted at the great hill. I could barely make it out, but sure enough, there was movement. The figure looked like it was walking up the hill—towards where the light was getting a little stronger.
"Towards the light. That makes sense, so I can figure out where I am. Maybe I should do what they're doing."
Ever since I woke up, I have felt an urge, a calling almost, to go somewhere. It's faint, and I'm not sure where I'm supposed to go.
Feeling a little on edge. I started in the direction of the light. The numbness in my body slightly dulled, but I could still feel it. As I walked, the elevation of the ground began to rise. I started to put more effort in, feeling my quads tense with every step. Soon I started to have to use my hands, grabbing hold of the hill's ridges and divots to hoist myself up. The slope was starting to get steep. The numbness was still present, but it was more so present in my muscles. I didn't feel tired from this climbing. Hell, I wasn't even afraid of falling.
"Why am I not afraid? I feel uneasy right now, but for a different reason. I'm not exactly sure what that reason is, but the feeling is still there. But why am I not tired? I never work out, let alone climb up steep hills. I should feel all the muscles in my body, I should be heaving-"
It dawned on me that I haven't taken a breath since I woke up. I haven't felt any sort of soreness, any pain, or any other feeling than uncertainty.
"Why am I going towards this light? I can't breathe, so I must be dead. Is it a dream? What the hell is this place?"
My brain was clouded, but I knew I felt a pull—a pull towards the light.
"What is the source of the light? Will it be my doom? Is something terrible awaiting me? Is something great awaiting me? Maybe I can ask that other person. No, no I'd never catch up with how far away they are."
The unease grew, but so did the attraction towards the light. It was growing a little stronger, I could see the miniature mountains surrounding me a little clearer. I kept pushing up the mountain, feeling strange knowing that I wasn't breathing.
Another strange feeling started to creep up on me. It was sudden, almost stopping me.
"Am I being watched?"
The thought popped up in my head. I could feel a pair of eyes on me, but I could pinpoint from where.
"Maybe it's in my head. I've never very aware of others watching me. Yeah, just keep climbing."
The thought wouldn't leave my mind, though. I stopped climbing for a moment, allowing my knees to rest in a decently large divot. I slowly turned my head back, scanning for any movement to indicate someone. When I looked as far as my head could turn, I did the same in the other direction to see if I was missing anything.
"Nothing. Am I crazy? This place is weird enough as it is, I'm probably just paranoid at the situation"
I just couldn't shake the feeling, but decided to keep climbing and be on guard in case anything foreign decided to disrupt me.
I could see the peak approaching, which only motivated me to climb further.
Still, no feeling of tiredness overcame me.
Nearer and nearer, I climbed.
"Just a little more!"
I started to use my hands a little less, as the steepness of the slope began to decline.
Gradually, the slope started to change to a flatter area where I could stand upright.
I had reached the top of the hill.