Zed had been in the dark for God knew how long. Sometimes he'd wake up to see a vague image of a person looming over him but he couldn't decipher who they really were. The pain would come and go gradually, making him wish for death yet it didn't come. He would spend time drifting between consciousness and unconsciousness.
Many were the times he'd embrace the dark, which had now turned to be his solace. The light brought only pain to him, so he preferred to stay with the dark. At times, he would hear voices of people looming over him, other times, he'd wake up to find a blurry figure spoon-feeding him.
He didn't know how many days had passed and where he actually was. The memories began flooding back at him slowly. A knife, Newton, death! He could clearly remember cutting his hand with a knife and a blurry figure running to his side, only for everything to turn black. Beyond that, he remembered nothing else.
