Richard walked down green navel path on the far side of town.

        “They told me they no longer need me at work. Can you believe that?”

        The horizon stood still, not responding.

        “Ah fuckin’ Christ. I’m not gonna work again. I’ve had it. I can’t work their petty jobs anymore. I’d rather trip on a knife and see ends meet.”

        He tripped along a stone, awaken to his drunken stupor. He signed as he walked, cursing everything he saw, gritting teeth, flexing hands into fists. His eyes jumped looking for something to extract revenge from.

        “CHOOO.”

        A train made it’s bend up the hill and was trudging past Richard.

        “Fucking train!” he screamed. Smashing his fist into the quick-moving metal, knocking his hand in the air with bruised knuckles. He stared at the train with hatred, lowering his head, scowling upward. He took three paces back, snarled his lip, and jumped forward into the maddening rush of the train flashing by. His head collided with a support beam in a cabin of the train.

        He rolled himself awake. Anger swept him as he looked at the carpeted ground of the cabin. The train bumped in spurts, making it feel like rocks were being thrown up through the floors. He coughed and cried. The train accelerated, sending him flying to the other side. His head tilt back and arms stretched wide to stable himself. The entire cabin felt like it was rolling vertically. He closed his eyes as he cried, and fell forward, but the floor grabbed him with ease.

        Richard spun awoke and fell as he tried to stand. Blackness had overcome all sight. A coldness was now biting through his flesh, injecting ice through his veins. He cried, staring at his forearms get paler and veins more colorful. Wind smashed him to the floor as tore the liquid from his eyes. The air thickened as the chill lessened and humidified. The weight of the atmosphere felt crushing. All around his limbs were invisible pillows of fog, slowing his movement and blurring his eyes.

        The train’s lights lit up in white lights, but everything shone blue inside the cavern. He crouched and peered outward, the train was now crawling, barely moving at all. The light grew dim and even darker. Richard saw the blockade of spiders approaching.

        “Oh god, you’ve done me in.”

        They covered ever visible spot of the ground and climbed through the train. Richard stood, thinking, not sure whether to stay on the train or run through the cavern. The light seeped out and felt more saturated in blue tones. A five foot spider came up to Richard’s waist and stared with eyes much larger than his.

        It leapt on to Richard’s shoulders and pressed its fuzzy head against Richard’s face. He closed his mouth, but kept his eyes open, squinting at what to come. Spiders emerged from the larger spider’s neck and crawled onto Richard. They poured through every orifice: nose, ears, eyes, and snaked their way through his insides. Richard cried, terrified punched the large spider’s left eye. It exploded like grape jelly. The spider danced in circles, and scurried away falling. Richard felt sad. He spat a spider out and crawled deep into the corner. Trying to crawl to a crevice smaller than his hand. He clawed at the ground and fell to sobbing.

        The rocky road of the train awoke him. H sat shivering, dripping from the nose. He saw at his stiff, lifeless nose. His fingers looked withered and drained of blood. He chewed on his hand, swishing the salt of his skin around his mouth and spitting spider legs. He looked down from the train which felt like he was atop a mountain. It looked like a sea of blackness with slivers of light chopping through. Richard shook his head, telling himself ‘no’, but launched himself off the train and fell through the air. He landed on silky, slimy hair. Legs larger than his body snatched him and tossed him into its mouth. Richard laid in a ball of slime, and closed his eyes as he got sucked through the blackness.