Flow (3)

The betrayal was monumental. 

She had just left him dying there, in the endless desolate wasteland where only the broken revengeful spirits of her previous victims lingered, the more recent floating towards him to mock him. 

Likely she thought they would suck out whatever life force he might have left after the extraction of his essential structure, claim him to join their tortured ranks. 

He would not. He did not know yet how he would not, but he would not.

He felt feverish, his barely working mind unable to discern which of the visions drowning him came from his own depth and which were intrusions of the malicious entities around him, in any case he felt helpless like a leaf in a roaring autumn storm. 

'Surrender,' voices seemed to cry at him, 'end it, join us. This is your existence now, your human life is worthless now. Surrender. Join us!'