The last thing Randall could recall was falling asleep exhausted on what might have been the most comfortable bed in the world.  He felt utterly exhausted, every muscle in his body ached, his eyes were dry and felt like sand had been rubbed in to them.  He was thirsty and his stomach growled as if he hadn’t eaten in days.  His legs felt like they were weighed down, his arms sore as if he’d been carrying a heavy load.  Even his eyelids felt as if they weighed more than they should.
If he leaned over and fell, he might not be able to get up on his own.  Maw was no where to be seen, which was rare, normally he’d be leading the way.
Randall continued down the hallway, with no end in sight and no sign of one of those useful rooms that would let him rest... and eat. He was hungry, tired and still couldn’t remember anything after laying down that first time.  He was starting to feel like something wasn’t right and as he did, the lighting in the hallway first dimmed, then began to ‘pulse’ slowly and brightened ahead of him and turning to darkness behind.
He didn’t notice it at first, but there was a gentle tapping noise coming from the dark part of the hallway.  It sounded like it was right behind him, but it didn’t sound the same in the hallways as it did outside.  Noises were louder and traveled further in the hallway, not like they would outside.  There were plenty of other noises outside that could make it hard to hear something far away, like the sound of the wind through the tress, birds chirping in the background or the occasional small bug that flew to close to your ear.  In the hallway, there were just the noises that Randall made and the noises of Maw, who only made them to make it seem more like a “real” dog.
Even as the darkness behind him made him feel an overwhelming sense of dread, he thought to himself, “At least it’s only half off an endless hallway now… So that means I’m halfway there, right?”
The tapping noise was starting to sound louder.  It also sounded like it was moving faster.  Two … No, three… uh, four times faster than before.  Randall could hear his heart beating faster, until it felt like it couldn’t go any faster.  As his heart rate rose, the blood in his veins felt like it was going to burst right out of his body.  He felt the blood vessels popping up in places he didn’t think there were vessels big enough.  His body shook with each beat, making him aware that he was breathing quickly, but not gasping either.
Finally, the fear that had been building was too much for Randall, he went to run, but suddenly it felt as if his legs could only move in slow motion, any faster and they lost all strength.  It left him stumbling forward as if the air around him were suddenly as thick as water.  The noise became louder and now he could hear someone or something breathing as if it had a giant mucus ball stuck in it’s throat.
As Randall's panic rose, his legs became became numb and even though they moved, he could only just barely manage to lift his feet and inch forward, slowly.  He tried to lean forward far enough so that he would fall over and use his arms to pull himself forward on the ground, but the best he could do was to raise his arms slightly forward.
He did the only thing he could think of at this point.  He shut his eyes as tight as he could, but they too wouldn’t do what he wanted.  He could blink, but only briefly.  He could hear the breathing right behind him, whatever it was, it was huge.  He could feel the moisture in it’s breath and it was thick with the foul odor of death, a rich copper meets fruit smell.  As Randall’s panic grew, the breathing behind sped up and became louder.
Randall could no longer move his arms or legs, he was frozen in place.  His stomach felt just like it had jumped. A few moments later, instead of feeling like it came back down, it continued to feel like it was stuck in that jump.  While it’s stuck it feels like it’s losing feeling, so the jump part starts going away but it’s replaced with something that feels empty.  Empty like nothing was there and never had been.
He tried to draw a breath, to scream, but his diaphragm just quavered unable to pull in air enough for anything.  He could feel his jaw open wide and all the muscles in his mouth  tensed, his lips were pulled wide and taunt.  He could feel his vocal cords move and just make out a noise coming from him, but without any breath, it was at best a silent scream.
There was a cold darkness that he could feel spreading over his entire body.  It felt like an oil, spreading slowly and in complete disregard for gravity.  As it covered him, he could feel is seeping into his skin, tearing through his muscles and finally piercing every bone clear to the marrow.  Again he tried to scream, but no sound came.
The feeling crept from the outside of his body and continued inward.  It felt like the darkness was soaking into his skin, like he was made of a sponge.  As it crept into his skull and eye, everything begun to dim and he drifted away from consciousness, his entire body went from feeling cold to not feeling anything. 
Everything went dark.