Jason groaned as he stirred on the cold, unwelcoming floor. His head was pounding and his ribs ached from the impact. He blinked into nothingness—complete, suffocating black. It felt like a void, like space itself had swallowed him whole.
He coughed, pushing himself up slowly. "Sophia?" he rasped. "Liam? Anyone…?"
Silence.
Then—"Jason…?"
The voice came from a few feet to his left. Deep. Gruff. Familiar.
"Gorr?" Jason scrambled across the floor, crawling toward the sound, his hands brushing against rough stone and dirt. His palms scraped over cracks, some jagged edges cutting into him slightly, but he didn't care. "Keep talking!"
"Here," Gorr grunted. "My leg… damn thing hurts. I think I hit it hard."
Jason finally reached him and helped hoist the bigger man up. Gorr winced but stood, his breathing heavy and uneven.
"What the hell is this place?" Gorr muttered, brushing dust from his arms. "Where are the others?"
