I trudged around the muddy ruins of the Parthenon. I thought I heard voices, I thought “This is an old Greek temple that has been around for years. so I’m good. ”
Gradually things started to move… Everything turned black. When I woke up, I was stripped of my torch, communication device and backpack, which involved: a wire for gorge swinging, some rations, a grappling hook, rope, tarp and supports. I was tied to the ground by a bunch of shimmering spirits like billowing clouds. The spirits solidified so they looked like golden zombies. To be continued dun dun dunnnnnnnnnnnnnnn.