It's been several days since you fell into the stone sentries' home. You had tried plenty of times to crawl up the wall and escape, but each time you slid back down. You even tried building a stairway out of leftover rocks up to the hole one morning, but they kept shifting and rolling underneath you, causing you to fall back down and hurt yourself. You may have had more luck if you piled the soldiers on one-another after breaking off their feet that were fused to the ground... but you couldn't bring yourself to do that. They probably would have been too heavy to move anyway.
In the past days, you've gone through every emotion you could think of. One day you spent screaming for someone to come help you until your were too hoarse to even be able to breath without choking and coughing. One night you quivered and cried until you fell asleep. The next morning you forced yourself into a positive and happy state and were *sure* someone would come to rescue you. That afternoon you were so frustrated that you made your knuckles bleed from punching the wall out of anger.
However, you're calmer about the army, at least. They haven't put you on edge so much anymore.... They still seem somewhat imposing and... surreal.... one morning you woke up, you could have sworn there were several standing over you, looking down on your sleeping form... but after rubbing your eyes, you realized your mind was just playing tricks on you. Strangely, you're still a little nervous about being in the patch of sunlight where they all look. It just doesn't feel right, doesn't feel like that's... your place. Instead, you've taken to sitting in an opening in the ranks, between two other soldiers where it looks like there should be another statue, but isn't. That way you don't take up any of their personal space. Crazy as that sounds. Though, largely, you're much more comfortable with them, almost feeling a sort of... kinship with them. ...It's not like you were holding conversations with them and naming one "Wilson" or anything, but they're the only things here other than stone and dust, so you may as well get along with them.
At first, you found yourself very hungry and thirsty, but of late, you haven't really noticed either. Instead, you lethargically sit in your spot, trying to think of a way to get out. You're a little surprised how fast the time has gone by. While just sitting there, you sort of feel zoned out, out of tune with the rest of the world. Perhaps the lack of energy is putting you in a zenlike state.
You stare up at the light filtering through the entrance, the waves of dust fluttering and dancing around through it. You've not once heard or seen anyone come looking for you. No one knew you were here, they would never find this place... and you'll never be able to get out. You stand up. You barely have any energy left. You've accepted it, you're going to die here. You're ready to be taken, this is your fate.
.....you thought acceptance would make things better, but it didn't seem to help any.
You go to sit down again, but your legs feel like lead. They must have gone numb from sitting down so much. You try to bend over to rub them, but your back is locked erect. You twist and turn to, trying to bend, but it's getting harder and harder to move... Your clothes feel like the way a ton, they no longer form and fold with your body. You look down at your feet... You can't see them in this darkness, of course, but you try anyhow. You attempt to lift one foot up off the ground, but you can't. It's stuck to the ground. It's not just stuck, it's a part of the ground. Your clothes constrict tighter, no longer are they the comfortable jeans and shirt you knew, now they're tighter, heavier... protective... You can't tell much more about them, as your chest and arms similarly start going numb and unable to move. It feels as if your rib cage is closing in and crushing your lungs at the last moment before all feeling is cut off from your neck down. Then it starts on your neck... you can tell what's happening now, you're turning to stone! Your neck tightens and hardens, a pressure pushes up your throat and veins... your head is frozen in place, your eyes dart around in desperation. Your hair suddenly feels a hundred times heavier and more defined, each lock no longer soft and malleable. Your last sight, that dancing, mocking sunlight fades to darkness. You try to scream.. but you can't. You gasp for air.... but there's none.