A while had gone by in the lowly cavern, and with the absence of the sun or any electronic device, it was impossible to tell how much time had truly passed.
One thing was certain though—it had been more than a day since the collapse. And finally, Drake had woken from a somewhat long slumber, feeling healed and energetic once again.
He sat himself up, his stiffened bones creaking with every subtle movement he made. How callous was it to wake up this way.
'I feel so sore,' Drake complained inwardly, folding his fists and stretching a little to ease the tension in his bones. This likely took him an entire session of five minutes of consecutive stretches.
When he was done, Drake rose to his feet, and with his new view scanned around the cavern, his eyes searching for any signs of life—or maybe something else.
For a second there, he had been expecting an army to immediately spring out of nowhere the instant he stood up.
