how lucky am I, that I'm living through the end of times?

His blind wandering would have certainly ended in his demise had a voice not called out to him. Turning his heavy head in the direction of the voice calling him towards them, he carefully stepped away from the cliffs he mentioned and towards the voice. It had been a while since he had heard anyone and now that he couldn't see, he could be walking right into a trap and he wouldn't know it. Though if he had considered it, and understood the weight of it, he wasn't sure if walking right into a trap or careening over the edge of a cliff was better.

"I'm lost, I don't know where I am, and I can't see." He whined as he wandered, looking for the voice that was talking to him. He sure hoped it was real.

"Speech."