2. Face up in the bottom of the well.
The muck still covers my ears. I can’t hear but I can smell the overwhelming odor of decay. I would gag at the smell if I had the energy. I can look up and see the walls of the well. The stones are covered in a putrid, green slime. There is no energy in my arms or legs. I can’t even will myself to sit up to get my head out of the muck.