"Oh…fuck…my head…"
Erick opened his eyes gradually as he found it difficult to focus due to the intense headache. It took some effort, but he managed to open them enough to look at his surroundings.
His surroundings seemed unfamiliar. He couldn't remember coming to such a rundown shed where even the hay seemed to have withered.
Feeling confused, he tried to stand up and get a better look around him. But he was unable to do so.
'Why are my hands tied to this post? It would be nice to get some explanation.'
Erick was no stranger to being cuffed, tied or even nailed to something. He had spent plenty of time in violent environments. And not each time by choice.
Feeling all his limbs in good working condition, he remained calm. The first thing he needed was to have an estimate on the number of opponents he would face. Based on his experience he was certain to find a way out, sooner or later.