Chapter 6
As the light swept further Anthony learned more about the room they were, and that there were only two of them.
Also he found out the place looking like metal container usually used for transporting some food and likes. And this thing had freezer function that was still running.
He noticed there were no sensible movement so it probably meant they were either on solid, unmoving ground or, the worst option, on cargo transport.
He hoped for first.
Eventually Anthony's gaze fell back on dark figure, not quite curled up nor sprawled out. He slowly made his way over the unknown person, he assumed was still alive according to small puff of mist shooting up in the faint light of phone's camera flashlight.
Slowly, step by step, or rather inch by inch, Anthony reached the obviously unconscious form, finally managed to push aside his own pain, and started to check over.
It turned out to be a man, blonde curly hair. Rather strange clothing style, a suit with a vest, not that it looked bad or something. Only, coming from a state where most wore bright, flower patterned shirts or almost nothing, still got amused by seeing more formal type.
Although, currently Anthony wasn't dressed much less than his mysterious companion.
Putting aside his musings, he moved his attention back to the man.
He was frightening cold and very pale, bit still breathing, which was good.
Looked that he had two bloody gashes on his head but nothing else. And they weren't bleeding much, at least not anymore.
Sighing, Anthony tried to wake him up, poking and gently slapping the man's cheeks. All he got as response was weak growl and and small caugh.
Now younger man got worried. They were here either for rather long time or blonde was in deep trouble.
Either way it didn't look good.
For a moment he contemplated their options. If only he could peek a bit of outside, to get a clue about their whereabouts. It was important. For Anthony's plan knowing at least approximate location was crucial.