SLOANE
I woke up, gasping and choking for breath and found my hands and ankles bound too tightly. Unable to move my hands to reach my face and take stock of my injuries I peeled my dry eyes open to take in my surroundings. I had no idea where I was, nothing seemed familiar at all about this place, the smell of death heavy in the air. Drawing in a deep breath I forced myself to focus on what I saw and heard while evening out my breathing. In for four, out for four, repeat and calm down I told myself as I slowly pushed myself up into a sitting position. My stiff and sore back pressed against the cold wall as I leaned back, willing my body to go slack to give myself more wiggle room. Closing my eyes I focused again, a shard of sunlight coming through a tiny window above me, it bordered on of
