Standing up and holding his back in pain; he cursed loudly, only to get another strike. He fell down on his knees. His spinal cord and brain felt like they were on fire.
Next thing Hans was able to remember was finding himself in the mud. Without pain. "Unconscious", he thought. Thinking it would be a bad idea to curse now while removing some of the blue-brown mud (which even had something of an oily consistence), he was looking around again. Still the same, cold scenery. And silence.
"O-Okay", he whispered to check if he can still hear himself, "I can see this, I can smell this, I can hear this, I can taste the mud, I can feel everything...unfortunatly."
Standing there and staring, he started to think in logical steps like he used to do on instinct in such clueless situation. Still scared as hell, he assembled the capacity to think straight..."Okay, panic is not gut now. Neither is walking around headless. So..."
Having the idea of getting in the comfy tent again and wait until this madness is over seemed nice...though he felt a tiny pinch in his back again and forgot about that idea.
Still having a thousand thoughts in his mind, he suddenly cought himself walking.
Walking down a path. To that darn big, glowing, scary building at the end of the path.
He forced himself to stop instantly, but suddenly felt that tiny mean pinch again...well known by now.
Now he rememberd something...something which was similiar to this...but it was not that uncomfy and dark...
Using the short moment of not walking, he formed a cone with both hands, holding it in front of his mouth and screamed:
