Darkness. There is no concious thought. It is just a dream. A dark dream. Wait. There is something. A noise. A jolt. A feeling. Something is trying to break through.
The smell of damp wood and sweat.
Feeling is creeping back in. And it is not pleasant. Pain. Numbness. But it is better than the alternative. It is LIFE.
You realize there was movement. But now there is none. There is noise. Yelling. The clashing of steel. You feel hard wood beneath your bodies, rope around your wrists.
You must escape. And that time is now…