It's a funny thing, you know?

Life.

He winced as blood trickled down the large crack on his head. His face was gradually getting painted in a colorful mixture of dark red, and sweat, as the gash on his head kept on oozing out blood.

A sharp terrifying pain slashed through his head, and he groaned out loud. His eyes were seeing double, not that there was much to see anyway.

He had been left in a dark room, for days now.

How many?

He tried to ...