Twisting Darkness, coiling Fear. The Screams. For the second time in as many hours Ferrus awakens with the cloying scent of the sand at the back of his throat. Groggily he rolls onto his front and slowly raises himself onto his hands and knees. With measured slowness he raises to his feet, but even so he sways as a rush of dizziness overcomes him. Its only now that he looks up and takes notice of the chaos all around, the people screaming and fleeing from the creature, away way they can. He sets to take a stop towards the grate he help open but a wave of nausea sweeps up and he has to fight from vomiting.