My head was throbbing. That was the first thing that I noticed. The second thing I noticed was that I was on something soft, but firm. It felt like an old mattress and when I opened my eyes, I saw that I was right.
A thin white sheet covered me. It hardly provided me with any warmth in the cold, damp room. I shivered as I sat up, dragging the sheet to my chin as I looked around me. A single hanging bulb hung from the ceiling, illuminating the space in a dim light.
The walls were made out of gray stone, water trickling down in fine lines in random places. The floor was cement and I took a small amount of comfort that this was man-made and not some cave in the middle of nowhere. But it also reminded me of dungeons that I had read about in fantasy novels. So, still not a g
