I crawl out covered in mud. No stench necessarily since mud is wet dirt and dirt in some circles is clean.
The persons I encounter surround me unsmiling.
Where I am I know exactly. I don't have to pose the question.
Standing I decide to emit.
My most common introductory utterance in this situation is a choked-down cackle.
The surrounding persons lifeless but alive.
I remain in my position and wait.
What next the air seems to say.
One of the persons takes hold and turns me. Swept up in everyone's vision.
It is then I feel the crowd.
Moving inward. Pressing. Crushing. Killing.