The story so far:
The door slamed. the Darkness englufed him like a blanket made of rawhide and cows blood. He walked slowly with his hands out in front of him. he paced himself counting his steps. One, Two, Three, ....one Hundred.
This room is huge. the thoughts echoed in his head. Bouncing off the walls like a wildly thrown dodge ball. suddenly his foot stepped into something wet. He took another step into the wetness. He wading in deeper and the wetness raised up past his ankles to half up his calf. He felt the steady incline gonig down into the wetness that he hoped was water.
He scooped down and stuck his hand into the liquid. It was