One moment, everything was black. It was an odd peace, the cold grasp of death, soothing the scorching burns that gripped his skin, filling his senses with sweet nothing.

And in the next, he was alive.

His eyes shot open with a startle, choking on his breath. It hurt to move, hurt to breathe, hurt to do anything but think, but he was alive. He could've laughed, if the thought didn't terrify him, but he had better things to worry about now. "Where... Where the hell am I...?"