The thunderous sound thar came from all sides, jarred his heart, shaking him awake just as his state of slumber began to near its expiration.
Northern's eyes slowly unfolded, lines of stress squeezed beneath it.
Propping himself up, he supported his whole body with his arms and spent a couple of seconds trying to booth back to reality.
His muscles still felt a bit sore and tensed but it was bearable. The fact that he could pick himself up was a testament to that.
Northern then belatedly glided around with his blue eyes, absorbing every visualization that came in view.
A slight frown creased his brow as he inquired irritably:
"Where the fuck am I?"
The walls were ashen and antique, cracks ran across in several areas and cobwebs made a nest for themselves at the curving corners, tattered and burnt red curtains shielded the interior from the shimmers of light that danced outside.
