Darkness

Where am I?
The question melted into the darkness and disappeared.
There was no answer forthcoming and he knew. The question was directed more towards himself than anyone or anything else. But the darkness stood at hand, everywhere, ready to swallow all that presented itself.
The head rose slowly, filled with stabbing bursts of pain running down the sinews. This was not a dull thudding pain, but a sharp, singular and linear bolt of lightning delivering pain in places that hitherto had remained unknown to the owner.
The pain of the movement advocated zero movement. Yet inspite of this the darkness had to be crawled out of.
The pain now a part of him, and therefore much bearable, he got on his knees and hands and crawled forwards. Moving in no general direction, yet certain of his movements, not unlike most of us.
And on he crawled for what seemed like an eternity. Stopping at times as the pain got worse, but carrying forwards dillgently none the less, as bursts of determination subdued the pain.
The darkness was unrelenting.
And then vibrations, gently moving the damp air of the abyss. Impossible to tell what or where the source lay. Yet this acknowledgement of another brought about new enthusiasm.
He waged on, crawling through the darkness, riding the waves of pain, in hope of finding light in the darkness.