@heirofdrake
Concioussness came to him slowly, the man coughed, as he pushed himself off the dirt covered floor. He felt around in the darkness, before his fingers brushed against what he hoped was a flashlight, nearly buried amongst the rubble. Fumbling with it for a few moments until the dim bulb flickered, not lighting up much more than what was directly in front of him, but still proving better than nothing. The first thought that came to mind was ‘where were they?’ He remembered the floor collapsing in on them, but wherever they’d ended up, from what little he could see of it, didn’t make sense. The stonework appeared to be early victorian in contrast to the ruins above that the two had determined to be no earlier than the late middle ages. Speaking of ‘they’, “Drake!” Charlie called out as he pulled himself off the floor, and attempted to get his barrings. “Still alive?”
