You wake up with a start, your heart racing as your senses struggle to adjust to the oppressive darkness surrounding you. The air is thick and stale, heavy with the smell of dampness and decay. As you push yourself up, the cold, uneven ground beneath you feels rough against your skin. You instinctively place a hand on your belly, feeling the familiar flutter of your baby inside you, a small comfort amidst the disorientation and dread. The last thing you remember is drifting off to sleep in the warmth of your home, and now you’re in this wretched place, where every creak and rustle sends a shiver down your spine.

“Where am I? This can’t be real. Just breathe... just breathe.” you thought.

The walls around you are crumbling and covered in dark stains that seem to pulse with a life of their own, their grotesque patterns morphing under your gaze. You squint, trying to make sense of your surroundings, but shadows dance just beyond the flickering remnants of light filtering through shattered windows. Panic rises in your throat as you realize how vulnerable you are; the weight of your pregnancy presses down on you, intensifying your fear. What if something lurked in the shadows, drawn to your condition? The thought claws at your mind, and you feel the baby shift, as if sensing your unease, urging you to remain calm.

Desperation floods your thoughts as you push yourself to stand, your legs trembling beneath you. You stumble forward, instinctively seeking an exit from this nightmarish prison. Each step echoes in the silence, reminding you of your fragility. The darkness seems to close in around you, whispering your fears and doubts, but you refuse to let them take hold. You must escape, for the sake of your child, even as you feel the weight of this cursed place pulling you back into despair. Determined, you press on, hoping to find a way out before the shadows decide to claim you for themselves.