North - Prologue - ever rough
02:02:13
red
red
red
Well, that part hadn't changed.
Michael lay sprawled on his stomach, not too comfortably.
How much time had passed since he last blacked out he could not say, nor was he certain it was relevant.
His head lay cushioned, aching and yet strangely comfortable until he moved slightly and felt the ground move with him.
Sticky, he was covered in it.
His cheek was stuck to the floor as well, suctioned by the cushion that he could not see.
No, all he saw was red, red, red.
Red was often a bad color, especially when it was flashing brightly around you, which this was.
Red light poured over him and added strange dimension to the smooth and chill floor.
He grunted and with effort slid his arms from awkward angles to place hands palms down by shoulders.
With a push he rose to a sitting position, an unhealthy sucking noise coming from beneath his face.
There was drip and Michael became aware for the first time of the powerful metallic odor.
Blood slid in globs from his hair, down his neck, oozing from his left side to rejoin the puddle beneath him.
He lunged around and managed to retch a meter or so away.