It was near pitch black. The only feeling was a coldness that surrounded and stabbed into my body. I was laying in... something.
I attempt to stand up, pushing myself off a cold floor, I was unsure of its material and tried to retrace my steps as to how I could have gotten here.
I reached into the depths of my brain wracking it for some sort of answer,

but it was only blank.

If that wouldn't work, then I should try to figure out where here even is.
Finally taking in my surroundings, a pungeant smell greets my senses.
Rotting meat came to mind, undertoned with something fruity, it almost pushed the contents of my stomach out, but I was able to keep my composure and look on.
The darkness seemed to stretch out for miles and miles. On every side it was a vast ocean of... hmm.
I had not realized how thirsty I was, how long had it been since I had something to drink?
I cup my hands into the fluid and drink.
My mouth was immediately attacked by a metallic taste.
Blood, no doubt about it. But... how? I took a step back and nearly fall forward over myself.
I had touched something warm and meaty.
I look at what I had brushed against,
the mystery of this void had only grown.
A wall of flesh, equally as vast as the red sea, was just behind where I had awoken.
This was no doubt the source of the smell.
I look up,

while the wall seemed to go on and on and on and on... somewhere above I could see what seems like light.
Where the hell is this? Why am I here?
I brush my curiosity off. If I wanted to get out it seemed I was going to have to climb somehow.
I slowly reach out to the flesh and place my hand against it.
It was soft, perhaps it could be malleable. I grasp a handful and scooped it out.
Perfect.


It had been a few hours since I started my ascent of the flesh wall.
The light did not seem to be any closer.
Hunger eventually started gnawing at my strength. Threatening to make me so weak that I would lose grasp and plummet to the wasteland below
It was then that I wondered.

What if I simply ate what I scooped out of the flesh wall?
I had been scooping out chunks with one hand while the other dug itself into a handhold in the flesh,
in a way it was like rock climbing albeit more slippery.
I grab into the flesh wall and fish out some meat.

It's slimy and putrid, I had experienced its horribleness while scaling the wall,
but this was the first time I'd have to do anything other than toss it away over my shoulder.
I now had to put this... flesh into my mouth.
I tried not to think about it, just as I had done while climbing my way up, tearing some meat off and tossing it into my mouth before I could get a second thought in.
But then the taste arose.
Its rancid and bitter tang sent a shockwave throughout my entire body, my mouth reflexively spat the meat out.
I shuddered, the aftermath still ringing throughout myself.
I decided to keep climbing in order to take my mind off it;
but in the back of my head, I knew.
I would have to try eat it again.


I have no idea how long its been since I started climbing; It could have been hours,
it could have been days,
or even months.
But the light had grown. I could see difference somehow.
I was closer to freedom.

I was now used to using the flesh not only for climbing, but consumption.
I could eat what I scooped out, or ring it out for the fluids within it in order to drink.
When I needed rest I would dig myself a small hole in the flesh and crawl in.
During the first few times I rested, I wondered what the flesh could be, or have been
But over time I slowly began to develop an apathy to any sort of curiosity to the wall. Whatever the flesh is, I care not.

I will climb it in order to be free.
I will consume it in order to be free.
It is for survival, I tell myself.
It is for freedom, I tell myself.


The light is close.
It now illuminates the pink mass I have been climbing for God knows how long.
I feel as if I can hear things from above.
The sound of talking. The sound of glass clinking. The sound of footsteps.
Other people? Inside a building nonetheless.
Where was this flesh mass located in relation to these new sounds?
I would simply have to figure out at the top.
Survival.
Freedom.


The sound is louder. I've spent several hours guessing at where it could be,
The only logical answer seems to be a restuarant.
To think that such a horrible monster of flesh could be buried below such merriment and mirth.
I climb on.
But suddenly.

I hear a door open.
The light grows brighter.
Something is tossed out.
It hits me. I lose my grip on the wall.
The light is bright enough for me to see what will now surely cause my demise.

A corpse.

Someone had tossed a corpse in here. There was even a door to do so.
I wondered then, if my journey had been futile.
Perhaps I was also thrown in here just as this corpse was.

No matter.

In a few seconds I would no longer need to wonder.
Or rather.

Would not be able to.

It was then, the final moments before death, that I was curious about the flesh wall I had nearly finished climbing again.
Was it is own creature? Or others who were tossed in here, their bodies piling up and rotting, eventually compacting into what I saw now.
Were that the case, perhaps my own body could be of use to the next person lucky, or unlucky, enough to survive the fall.
Perhaps they could attain that freedom I could not.
The fall was near instant, but not fast enough.
I could hear my body break.
The floor may have been more flesh, as I could now surmise,
but it wasn't enough to stop me from splattering all over it, my brain hearing every single bone and tendon break in slow motion.
But eventually.

I became one with the Flesh Pit.