I woke up absolutely exhausted. I knew that my body had recovered to an extent, but overall, I felt like absolute shit. Do you know that feeling when you take a quick nap after being dead tired? Well it was like that, except instead of a comfy bed, I slept on the floor and feared the wrath of the reaper lingering above me like some monster was going to devastate all of my friends and fellow parasites in a horrible death, and on top of that, I simply didn't have a chance to dream or enjoy my sleep.
The cellar was still dim, the weak morning light barely filtering through the cracks in the ruined ceiling. My back ached from laying on the stone floor all night, and my arms were stiff, but considering we had spent the night cowering under a walking natural disaster, I'd say we got off easy.
