More oppressive than anything... Cold, chilly and damp.
My voice won't work. My hands... oh god. Where are my hands? I can't feel my arms, my legs- I can't move them.
I can't even scream.
Where am I?
Where... am I?
Something is holding me.
I feel pressure. I need to get out.
I need to get out.
I can push.
It's moving... I think.
It's moving. If I keep pushing...
There! There, it's working. Push! Push!
AH! COLD! COLDER!
What was that? Where am I? Why can't I...
Wait a second, is that me?
Where are my arms? Where are my legs?
Are these... scales? Is that a tail- do I have a tail? Why the hell do I have a tail-
It's because I'm a snake.