I woke up in a dreary state. I could feel the pain of my head as it throbbed from the blow I had previously taken. As my vision started to come back I saw dark walls, but they weren't painted. I was in a cabin of some sort. It had a heavy door, and no windows. Without any way of air coming through it was scorching hot! It was dimly lit with a few lanterns lining each wall. My hands were tied with a rope, and my tan face was bloodied. My brown eyes couldn't take in much from the dim light. I was very light-headed, and couldn't think very clearly. As I looked around I saw a few tables, and cabinets around the room. I pretty much guessed I might've been still losing blood because my vision started blurring again. My thin, chiseled face probably had a cut the size of a small knife's handle. Knives can only get so small. I frantically tried to wrestle my way out of my bindings, but it was no use. The area that enclosed me looked empty of any population, but if I screamed who knew what I would draw in? I mustered all my strength and stood up without my arms as help. My head was taking on the searing pain with massive amounts of adrenaline, I felt like I was high off my own adrenaline. I looked around for some way to escape my bindings, taking in my surrounding, and planning. I walked over to a small, rotting table. It looked like it was made out of some kind of stained oak. I kicked it as hard as I could on one of it's legs. The leg instantly broke off revealing a sharp edge, sharp enough to cut. I leaned down and picked up the leg behind my back and used my hands to guide it across the rope back and forth. After about two-hundred stokes, the rope finally gave out. The wood took a long time to cut it, but it seemed the only way. With my hands free, I started searching the room. I found old books, and random trinkets that were worth absolutely nothing anymore. I checked the last cabinet that I hadn't opened and found a decent sized pistol. It held seventeen bullets in a single clip. I found no more ammo, but it's not like 9mm ammo is rare or anything. Well, it sort of is now. It had come apparent I was stripped of all my weapons. I didn't even have my knife. All I had was a pistol with seventeen bullets. Enough to get me through a small gas station maybe? I was out of options, and I knew I was probably going to die. I unlocked the door to the cabin by sliding back the lock, and it made a creaking sounds as the metal screeched against the metal. I covered my eyes with my bloodied hand as the harsh sunlight hit me, glistening over my face now covered with my own blood. As soon as I heard rustling behind me, I knew I needed to run, and fast. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Finally I updated!