The thunderous sound that came from his surroundings jarred his heart, shaking him awake just as his state of slumber began to near its end.
Northern's eyes slowly unfolded, the lines of stress beneath it quite evident.
Propping himself up, he supported his whole body with his arms and spent a couple of seconds trying to come back to reality.
His muscles still felt a bit sore and tense, but it was bearable. The fact that he could pick himself up was a testament to that.
Northern then belatedly looked around with his blue eyes, absorbing every sight that came into 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 them in several areas, and cobwebs made a nest for themselves at their corners; tattered and burnt red curtains shielded the interior from the shimmers of light that danced outside.
