Death Carnival

Cold and hard. That was the first thing I felt when I regained consciousness. It was as if the back of my head had been welded to the ground, and a dull ache throbbed there. My nostrils were filled with a pungent smell: engine oil, rusted metal, and something else... a sharp, industrial disinfectant odor I couldn't quite describe. I drew a sudden breath and started coughing. My throat was parched and tight.