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Len sprung up, his breath heavy, his mind wavering. He had been having a nightmare, about that thing that nearly killed him. But as he was starting to wake up he noticed something. He had no idea where he was. This is not the shack he had built, nor does it seem like the den of a beast.. Either way, he would have to get a look around his surroundings.

As he stood up from the bed he noticed that most of his body was covered in bandages. Whoever did this might have wanted him to stay alive, or they might've wanted him to simply not die just yet. He had no plans to find out, but his idea was shot down rather quickly, when he noticed that one of his arms seemed broken, and one of his legs injured so badly he could not even stand on it.

But getting used to improvising was something he had just recently, he found something he could use as a crutch. It seemed like a rod of some sorts, and it would have to do. Limping away from the bed, he approached the one exit the room had. He carefully opened the door and peeked out of it, and saw nothing. However, on the other side of the door there was a guard, one that he couldn't see. Feeling rash and full of vitality he limped out of the room, only to be stopped by the guard.

However, still nervous about his situation he started acting rashly, waving the rod around as a chance of fending the guard off. This caused quite a ruckus, and there was soon other people showing up. Len got even more nervous, and started shouting at them.

"Who the hell are you people? Where am I?" he yelled, full of fear and despair. For all he knew these people could be bandits, kidnappers, slavers or even worse...
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