What I know is that the first thing I noticed was this constant banging on my head, the intensity of which felt as though my head was a rapidly beating drum. I attempted to open my eyes, but it seemed like my eyelids had become so heavy. Gradually, agonizingly, I struggled out of the depths into partial wakefulness.
After some time, I was eventually able to come back to my senses. I was lying on a cold hard surface. The air was moist and stale around me with the crude smell of iron and the smell of water standing still for a long time. I snapped my eyes wide open, rubbing them a little as they tried to focus on the dimly lit room.
I had awoken inside some, although surely not the only, form of subterranean chamber. With walls of bare concrete with the wear of the years in what seemed l
