A/N: Short chapter y'all!
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Day? Time?
Feeling and sense came extremely slow to his muddled mind.
He knew he was sitting up. He knew his hands were tied behind his back. He could feel the familiar jerks and shakes of a military truck on a gravelly and rocky road. He couldn't see anything; there must be a sack over his head.
He was tired, sliding in and out of consciousness. His body was in so much pain.
What happened? Where was he?
He felt like he was missing something. Something important. Someone.
Who was he?
Why was everything foggy?
It felt like there was a bunch of sticky cobwebs in his brain and he couldn't grasp them and throw them away. His gut told him there was danger. That he was in it, 5 foot 7 inches deep in it. He had enough sense to believe it, so he didn't try to talk or communicate . Didn't ask any of the questions clouding his brain.
The shaking stopped, jerking him sideways in his seat due to laws of gravity. Rough hands grasped the collar of his flight suit (?) and pulled him back. He grunted as pain flared in waved through his body. Whoever he was with, they weren't very friendly.
Someone said something in a different langage beside him. Or maybe it was the same language and he couldn't tell because of how muddled his brain was? Someone forced him to his feet and he stumbled ungracefully on something. Someone talked again, and he felt iron like hands lifting him up and putting him in the hands of someone else, who put him on solid ground.
There was more shuffling noises coming from the truck and he had the faint thought that someone else was with him.
Who were they?
He had feeling he should know, but nothing came to mind. Something prodded non-too-gently at his back, (a gun?) and he started walking forward. He felt the presence of more of these unfriendly people beside him.
Dirt and snow crunched underneath his feel while he walked down what he assumed to be a path. It was cold out here. A harsh wind blew against his uncovered skin and a cold shiver ran up his spine. He heard metal clanking against metal, heard the creaking of a door opening and felt the warm air rush out to greet him. He was shoved forward into the warmth, feet shuffling on the concrete ground. It was a whole lot darker in here, he could tell even with a blindfold. The door behind him swung shut, and the howl of cold wind was muffled.
He shuffled along. The walls felt close and claustrophobic. He could hear the faint annoying sound of water dripping. He walked down halls taking right turns and left turns, so many he lost track. Another door was opened. He was pulled down onto a cold, hard metal chair. He felt someone else behind him, heard them as they were pulled into the chair. A sound of clinking metal. Cold steel was bound tightly around him and the unknown person. They were stuck there together.
The door they had been led into closed, clinking sound confirming that they were now locked in the room. Alone. They didn't know each other. Gosh, he didn't even know who he was. What did he do? Why was he in so much pain? Who was the person behind him? What was going to happen? How could they escape?
He was pulled back into unconsciousness.