The Captured Follower
You hang there, thinking about the situation.
The ropes are bound by a bony lock?
You begin to remember yourself...
But this place? Oh. No.
You remember a group of you, you were camping out the night when they arrived. In a pack they quickly tore down your small group. Many of you fled, but you were never the fleeing type. Fighting the vile agents of the flesh you were quickly outnumbered. Your memory of the event is small but you can imagine the rest. You must have been knocked unconscious and brought back to one of their camps for food, if not something even worse.
The situation is grim but it could always be worse. You try to remember yourself more. Who am I? What do I have that could help me?
The ropes are bound by a bony lock?
You begin to remember yourself...
But this place? Oh. No.
You remember a group of you, you were camping out the night when they arrived. In a pack they quickly tore down your small group. Many of you fled, but you were never the fleeing type. Fighting the vile agents of the flesh you were quickly outnumbered. Your memory of the event is small but you can imagine the rest. You must have been knocked unconscious and brought back to one of their camps for food, if not something even worse.
The situation is grim but it could always be worse. You try to remember yourself more. Who am I? What do I have that could help me?