This story is purely fictitious and any similarity is purely coincidental.
When Li Si woke up from the chaos, the first thing he smelled was the smell of blood.
The strong, rusty smell of blood mixed with the burnt odor of burning filled his nose, and he coughed violently. My throat felt like it had been sandpapered, and every cough caused a dull pain somewhere in my chest.
He stretched his arms to sit up, and pressed his palms on something slippery. Looking down, a pool of dark red blood was slowly spreading along the cracks in the bluestone slab.
