Tabula Rasa

Darkness rushed in with a blinding silent roar, pressing up against their faces, deafening their vision, smothering them in oily blackness. It stuck to their skin; their clothes. The shadows that had been held at bay by the meagre light gained confidence and leapt forward. Hints of movement, traces of motion tugged at the corners of their useless eyes. Writhing, twisting, awful creatures danced around them grotesquely. The five survivors pressed together, the warmth of their physical touch the last bastion against the horrors of the obsidian sea. Submerged in the icy waters of raw terror, their already pitted resolve began to rust. A whimper escaped the lips of one of them, the physicist, and they felt the invisible attentions of those incorporeal creatures coalesce around his form. Together they could withstand. Alone they would fall. The physicists body shook with the exertion of staying still while his primordial instincts screamed at him to flee. Unable to hold back the natural reaction of his physical form he bolted into the nothingness that surrounded them. Moments later they heard his guttural scream as he was overcome. The remaining scientists huddled closer, cowering against what God's creatures were never meant to find.