Paco Valdez
AF
Your headache awakens you. It is pounding through your head and neck, intensifying with each beat of your heart. When you open your eyes, the light seems to amplify your pain even more so.
You sit up a little and fall back down from the dizziness. Your stomach feels like you've drank countless cups of whiskey and then spun around in circles until you fell over. You fight hard not to throw up, but in the end the vomit wins and you roll to your side and let it come up.
Apparently your vomiting has alerted your guard and suddenly you remember being struck from behind by one of the Vigilantes. You realize that you are a prisoner of theirs. You look up to see the smaller Mexican man who was speaking to you before checking on you.
"So you are awake?" He asks as though he didn't notice. "I trust you find our sleeping area to your liking?"
You vomit some more. "That is good." He says. "Get it up. That will pass when your body is ready." You don't reply and he just looks at you for a while.
"When you are feeling better you come outside and we will talk, okay mister?" He says to you, almost politely before he walks out.
You have a moment to look at your surroundings now. You are in an old unused barn. There is only one way out, the way the Mexican left. It doesn't look like there are any other ways out. You lay back down in frustration and try to think above than the pounding of your headache.
Old sticks of dry hay poke into your back, more of a bother than a pain. A film of sweat covers your face, and you wipe it off slowly. Another wave of nausea hits you, dizziness accompanying it. You must've got hit good by that Jose fellow. You vomit some more and then lay your head back and think some more. It's an old barn, there has to be another way out, right? But how do you know the place isn't guarded?
What should you do? What should you do?
Your headache awakens you. It is pounding through your head and neck, intensifying with each beat of your heart. When you open your eyes, the light seems to amplify your pain even more so.
You sit up a little and fall back down from the dizziness. Your stomach feels like you've drank countless cups of whiskey and then spun around in circles until you fell over. You fight hard not to throw up, but in the end the vomit wins and you roll to your side and let it come up.
Apparently your vomiting has alerted your guard and suddenly you remember being struck from behind by one of the Vigilantes. You realize that you are a prisoner of theirs. You look up to see the smaller Mexican man who was speaking to you before checking on you.
"So you are awake?" He asks as though he didn't notice. "I trust you find our sleeping area to your liking?"
You vomit some more. "That is good." He says. "Get it up. That will pass when your body is ready." You don't reply and he just looks at you for a while.
"When you are feeling better you come outside and we will talk, okay mister?" He says to you, almost politely before he walks out.
You have a moment to look at your surroundings now. You are in an old unused barn. There is only one way out, the way the Mexican left. It doesn't look like there are any other ways out. You lay back down in frustration and try to think above than the pounding of your headache.
Old sticks of dry hay poke into your back, more of a bother than a pain. A film of sweat covers your face, and you wipe it off slowly. Another wave of nausea hits you, dizziness accompanying it. You must've got hit good by that Jose fellow. You vomit some more and then lay your head back and think some more. It's an old barn, there has to be another way out, right? But how do you know the place isn't guarded?
What should you do? What should you do?