Grant’s perspective:

As consciousness gradually returns, the smell of burning wood drifts under my nostrils. My eyes crack open to a blurred, unrecognizable world of greys, blacks, blues, and white dancing like shadows in a moonlit cave. “Fu…” I groan, trying to speak. I lift my arms and flex my hands. “Whe… Shi…”

My nervous system begins to reinvigorate. I try to sit up or roll over or something to ensure me that I am still alive and this isn’t ...