Apr 30

He looked around, trying desperately to find another way out. Although, a little voice in his mind was constantly reminding him that if in the first part of his capture, when he could see clearly and wasn’t covered with itchy blood, he couldn’t escape why would now be any different. Intent on ignoring the little voice Alan spun his head around to the other side, searching for a rock? A sword? A helpful midget with a pair of scissors? Finding none he instead realised that head turning plus head injuries equals nothing good, and spent the next few minutes trying to breathe through nausea and whited out vision.