The warm burning sensation inside Zanton's chest painfully forced him awake. He choked as his inside felt waterlogged by his own blood. He tried moving but his body was pinned down by debris and a large wooden stake that protruded from his stomach. His memory was in a jumble from the blunt force trauma he received to be put in such a predicament. "What happened...." He weakly spoke as he tried sitting up to cough up some of the blood in his throat but his range of motion was limited due to his affixed position, the tissue and muscle around his stomach resounded with sickening tears and excruciating pain coursed through his body. He tried easing his way off the binding pillar but slow movements only sank the wood deeper into his torso.
He looked around to see what could of led to his impalement and the destruction of the surrounding area, luckily it looked desolate with no sign of recent activity. The area had demolished buildings mainly made of