The first streaks of morning light crept slowly through the shattered, glassless windows of the old warehouse. The biting chill, a lingering remnant of last night's storm, still gnawed at their skin.
"Ugh..."
Adul woke up with a stifled groan. His body was as stiff as a wooden plank. Crack. He rolled his neck, which felt horribly cramped. His back ached intensely; even the roots of his hair seemed to hurt. Sleeping curled up on a hard wooden crate with a dust-reeking burlap sack for a blanket was not an experience he wished to repeat. But... he was still breathing. He was still alive. That alone was an unimaginable luxury right now.
Rubbing his sticky eyes, Adul swept his gaze across the room.
