After an unknown amount of time, a biting chill spread down his spine, and a stench mixed with the smell of rust, mold, and blood suddenly entered his nose, choking him and causing him to cough violently. My throat was as dry as smoke, and every time I coughed, there was a sharp, tearing pain in my shoulder blades, as if something was stabbing into my bones.
"Are you awake? It's a bad life!" A hoarse scolding blasted in his ears, and then, the cold boot soles kicked hard on his calves. The force was so strong that he woke up in an instant.
