dead and gone

He walked aimlessly on the beach, so when a voice asked him if he was lost it couldn't have been more of an understatement. Blinded by the ooze that dripped from his lavender eyes, he otherwise would have turned to find the gaze of the woman who spoke to him, but he found it of little use. Though, it was probably a good thing. Had the ooze not been draining from his eyes, he would have asked if she rolled in it.

"What is this place?" He asked, still not convinced that this place wasn't just some living nightmare. No one else had any answers for him, all seemingly convinced that this was in fact not normal. Doom knew better though, or at least he thought he did. All of these things started happening suspiciously after he arrived, so it would be hard to convince the young man otherwise.

"Speech."