Warmth radiated around Clint as he stirred back to consciousness, but it was so dark he couldn’t see a thing. He tried to remember where he was or how he got there, but couldn’t think over the pounding in his head.

Something felt wrong to him as if the air was damp and recycled, he felt the prickling of fur around him and realized he was completely covered in animal pelts.

He started to panic but stopped himself from moving. “You have to be smart about this, you have no idea who or what is out there” he told himself silently. Taking slow deep breathes he listened.

Dripping came at irregular intervals. This only added to his confusion. “If only my head wasn’t pounding” he thought. He slowly checked himself for injuries doing his best to not move the covering, although keeping it completely still was impossible.

He noticed two things immediately, he had a huge lump on his head which explained the headache, and that the air outside of the pile was bitterly cold.

“Get yourself together Clint,” he encouraged himself “maybe someone found you hurt and is helping you survive. “ deep down he knew that something was wrong though.

He listened to the dripping for what felt like another age but didn’t hear any other sounds.

Deciding he’d had enough he swept off the blankets, and was immediately struck by the icy air. It was far brighter than he expected given the darkness the blankets provided.

A blinding light came from one end of what he could now determine was a cave of some sort, and the dripping came from icicles covering the ceiling. As his eyes started to adjust a shadow fell across tunnels entrance locking the light...