Marix's eyes fluttered open to complete silence. Not a single sound pierced his ears. Not the sound of his own breath or his heartbeat, not the shuffling of anyone else moving about the cabin, no pained groans, no wind, horses neighing, birds chirping…..nothing.
He furrowed his eyebrows as he stared up at the familiar old wooden ceiling. He recognized it and yet at the same time, his brain couldn't figure out what he was looking at. His mind was filled with a groggy fog, his vision a bit hazy.
As his consciousness began to set in, a near debilitating pain shot through his arm. Marix let out a groan. It was as if his groan broke the haze he was in as his ears began to pick up on different sounds.
There were others in the room with him, their breaths even and quiet. Birds chirped outside without a care in the world and quiet whispers filtered in from the living room.
Marix slowly sat up in the iron frame bed. It creaked loudly underneath the shift in his weight.
