Re; Hell Gate

The Dark Knight: Tenebris

What woke the man up was a heavy shaking, aching his back and neck. His head was leaning on dirty linen that smelled of horse sweat, and the rest of his body was exposed to the chilly air. His four limbs were a bit numb, probably due to not moving for a considerable amount of time. Apart from the nauseous smell assaulting his nose, he could taste a bitter, metallic liquid in his mouth.

He turned his head to the side, gathered whatever disgusting fluid in his mouth then spat it. Whatever came out of his dry lips was definitely not saliva but a mix of blood and a white liquid, which, any description of it shall be omitted.

“Ah! Heavy fella, you woke up, at last!”

The man heard an orotund voice from behind, but, due to the uncomfortable position he was currently in, he couldn’t see the identity of the speaker. With great difficulty and heavy breathing, the man sat up, dazedly scanned his surroundings. Next to his body laid several filled sacks, some had food in them and others were tightl