More time crawled by at a snail's pace as he sat there in utter stagnation, awaiting anything to give him sensation as his stomach growled, reminding him of the very concept of his mortality.
I completely forgot about food…I'm so hungry, he thought.
As he questioned where and if he could find a meal, he was startled at the jarring sound of metal rattling. It was confusing at first; foreign amidst the continuous silence that persisted until that moment.
Frozen for a moment in this perplexion, he jumped to his feet, grabbing the bow beside him and making sure the rusty dagger was still tucked in his pocket.
…Is it finally happening? Now? Right here? He questioned.
Anxiety bubbled in his heart as he ran into the center of the minimalist, but pillar-filled room, finding the leftmost and rightmost gates of sturdy bars being relinquished.
