I come around to the feeling of my face being dragged over gravel. It's absolutely excruciating and it takes everything in me not to react. I need a few moments to take in my situation before I alert them to the fact that I'm unconscious.
I partially shift just the skin of my face that's in contact with the ground so it's a bit more durable and it provides a slight bit of relief so I can focus on the surrounding men.
"F-ck he's heavy," the man pulling my right leg groans.
"Shut up and do your job. Nobody cares about your opinion," another man barks.
The man pulling my left leg says, "Ivar is right, we should have brought a sheet we could have made a sling out of or something. The gravel is creating a long of resistance."
I internally agree that I would have preferred some kind of slin
