God had no intention of helping him

For a time, the panic returned. Oh God Oh God Oh God…

But it seemed that God had no intention of helping him. He could go nowhere. Gradually he calmed. He pushed has hand forward into a skull before him. He felt it shatter. Yes! It gave him a little more space in which to move.

Days passed. He worked without rest, scraping away at the bodies and rotting flesh, compressing it into the walls of the space around his hand. Slowly, the hole grew.

Then, after a year …

He could move his arm!