Being knocked unconscious was certainly an experience to have, and it was most definitely not something I ever wanted to experience again; the sharp, pounding ache in my skull from where my head had collided with a rock was unlike anything I had ever had before, and my vision was swimming in this dimly lit cave that I found myself in.
My arms were on fire while my ribs gave me sharp fits whenever I moved, suggesting that they were - at the very least - cracked and possibly broken, which I was putting a little more stock into since it really, really hurt to breathe.
So with a likely concussion, messed up ribs, severely wounded arms and no idea where the hell I was, it wasn't looking terribly good for me as of this moment, and the idea of just panicking seemed so natural I almost just gave in.
Where was I, how was I going to get out, what else was in this cave, could I even get out?
