An old man looks down at you with stern blue eyes, his brows furrowed and a pipe clenched tightly between his lips. As he sharply inhales and pauses to exhale, a wisp of white smoke obscures his face for a moment before evaporating. His voice is gruff when he speaks.
“So… You’re finally awake.” he mutters.
You cough violently as you drift back into consciousness. Your body aches as you lift yourself up, you cannot help but groan in pain. Around you lays countless rotting corpses, their stench is almost unbearable. You see a flicker of movement in your peripheral vision. As you gaze towards it your blurred eyesight sharpens. You look up and see an old man with blue eyes looking down at you.