Chapter 2 Title: Left On Base
Warning: Strong Language
He was blind. He was blind, and tired, and everything fucking hurt, and shit he wanted to scream but his voice wasn't fucking working and fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck.
Nate cursed repeatedly in his mind at the blinding white and the pain pulsing through his leg. He must have been out for... well... shit, he wasn't sure, but despite having been unconscious, he was exhausted. His head lolled dazedly from side to side as he tried to wake himself. After a moment, everything came into focus, and he realized that he wasn't blind, but instead just seeing a lot of white. White walls, white floor, white ceiling, white everything. The Scout furrowed his brow and tried to stand. Something held him down.
Shackles. He was held down at the ankles, torso and wrists by metal shackles that were attached to the hard chair in which he sat. The chair was melded to the ground.
Shit, how did he get into this? Where was he? Why was he here? He du