Awakening

Consciousness returns to you in fits and starts. One moment you are being carried then you feel cold stone under your back. Clawed hands grasp at you as you slip in and out of the now, distant harsh clicking sounds come to, seemingly from everywhere at once. As you start to come back a bit more other sounds join the clicking, the sound of running water and a strange, rhythmic wet sound that you cannot place.

The final pair of senses to come back to you are smell and sight, smell comes first although you quickly wish it had never returned. Wherever you are it has the hot and humid reek of a poorly made Burrow, when there was not enough air moving through it.

You crack open your eyes finally and for a moment think you have gone blind, all you can see is blackness. However you slowly roll your eyes from side to side and realise that what you are looking up at is the dark roof of a cave.

You can’t see much else however and so you try to roll your head to get a better look at the cave. Doing so causes another bloom of pain in your skull that pushes you back down into the dark.