He really didn't wake up till he was being dragged by something or someone. He wasn't quiet sure at the moment, since he had just awakened from a thousand year sleep. Though it didn't last longer than a few hours in reality. In his mind he was a wise man full of pain and a tortured soul. It had been horrible, from mutilation to death and back again, he wasn't aware what he was headed for but it couldn't be worse than that, he would have hoped.<br/><br/>His eyes fluttered slowly in many blinks. His vision was blurry but all he could see was the red. His eyes were bloodshot and had lost their color in the first couple of blinks. The slow spiral of yellow crept back into his pupils when his face hit the bump of a stair. His body was frozen it felt, but in a heat of course. He couldn't move, or moreso that he wasn't able. At least not yet. His hair was in his face from being knocked out for so long with no one to brush it back.<br/><br/><em>What happened? Where am I? What is going on? Why am I being dragged?</em><br/><br/>His thoughts betrayed him less than his voice did. He tried to move his head but he could only shift it to one side rather than the one he was currently on. He hated the feeling of the metal scraping against his skin now that his labcoat and shirt underneath were being torn from the drag. He could hear voices, many of which were female. But he could unabigiously tell that some were male. He constantly had this feeling as if the wind was knocked out of him and it made it hard to breath.<br/><br/><em>What on earth is that?</em><br/><br/>His vision finally picked up and the blurriness was gone and the person dragging him came into view.