Amidst the Mists : pt 1 of Part 3
He was sweating again, and gasping, and he was in a hot place. He hoped he hadn’t died yet, as that was a bad sign if he was, when suddenly sound was all around him, as overwhelming as the heat. Maybe not though, as the heat felt and smelled steamy rather than ashy. They probably didn’t have water to make steam in the bad place. Unless somebody was melting a snowball? (What did that mean?) Voices, and people were moving around. A mix of male and female voices, as well as children’s voices more distant. He knew the voices, and was satisfied they were NOT dead people, so he must not be either. That was a good thing. Maybe? He tried to take in a deep breath, but somehow choked on it, and, good lord did it hurt! Breathing wasn’t supposed to hurt living people, although sometimes it did. If they were sick or something. He stopped choking and managed a swallow of air that (still) left him panting. At th...