(Emery)
I woke up with a groan, the feel of my head pounding made me wince as I tried to remember what the hell happened. Was it all a bad dream? Maybe I fainted on the elevator and Scott found me..maybe I never even woke up this morning and I am still in bed.
I fluttered my eyes open, my vision still slightly blurred as I tried to focus on something..anything. That's when I realized I was on a bed..no..no this can't be real. I pulled at my arms, soon finding out that they were restrained as I tried to prop my head up and looked down at my body. I was still dressed in the clothes I put on earlier and let out a sigh of relief that no one seemed to touch me. How did I get here? Where was I to begin with?
Glancing across the dimly lit room, I noticed the walls were made of logs, like som
