There's a staggering pain in my head. I feel like a train hit me. I open my eyes, I think, but all I see is black. I try to call out, but only a feeble moan comes out. My neck is stiff, and I can barely move it. A sticky liquid coated my forehead and hair. I move my hands to my head and wipe away the liquid from my eyes. Slowly my eyesight starts to come back but it’s fuzzy around the edges. The floor is hard and unforgiving beneath me. I can't focus on my thoughts, and all I can do is stare at the floor until slowly my other senses return to me. I look at my hands, and there is blood all over them. I don't know whose blood it is. I remember the sticky liquid and touch my head again. It's my blood.
"Well, you couldn't just die, could you?"
A taunting disembodied voice floats behind me. I
