When he wakes, Sam finds himself very much alive. He also finds himself inside a dank, dark place. If not for a small square of light sneaking through a high overhead opening, he would be surrounded by complete darkness. A chill from the dampness sends a shiver through him. He smells the aroma of mustiness and decay. It doesn’t take long to realize that he has been tossed inside some kind of underground cell.
Positioning himself on his hands and knees, he feels his way around the mold-covered concrete floor. The walls are brick and also covered in mold. His fingers come into contact with a set of flat iron bars covered in rust. He estimates the cell to be maybe four feet by five feet.
The cell is small, cramped, claustrophobic, wet, and the rancid odor triggers his gag reflex. It’s not l
