Writing Exercise: it's suppose to be unfriendly

Writing Exercise: (it's suppose to be unfriendly reading)

All I see is black. The darkness surrounding me is of the darkest
night and hard to breath. The ground beneath me swallows my feet
with every step I take. The walls which I use to guide myself through
are hard and mossy with a cold dampness to them. The smell of
which I think to be a decaying body overwhelms me just before I trip
over what I assume is a rock. But as I try to lift myself up I feel with my bare hands cold, deteriorating flesh of a human. My disgust from my
finding causes to jump up with a dry mouth and more fear than
before. But in my hurry I hit my head on the roof of the cave. Now the
throbbing in my dead adds to my shortness in breath and disgust. I
lay against an ice cold wall, and I scream a fearful cry out but it is a
scream no one hears. I can feel the cuts in my body fill with the mud
that is now covering me. I feel something crawling on my head. As I
try to swat it away I feel several more creepers now covering my face.
When my hand scrapes against my face as I am trying to remove them
I hear cracks of their skeletons and feel their insides squish against my lip. Now my arm is covered also with these hideous creatures. I am
completely covered and know not what to do. I am now terrified
beyond that of which any imagination could ever perceive.

Chris Studios 1999