The heavy, damp smell of mildew and smoke awoke your senses. Where were you?

Your eyes snapped open as you tried to regain your senses and memories over the previous hours,

“I thought you’d never wake up!” the deep voice of Dutch Van der Linde said, gaining your attention, “Glad to see Micah didn’t kill you when he bashed your pretty face in with the back of his rifle. So, now that we’ve establish you’re alive, you’re going to give me the information I need so you’ll remain that way.”