Deathgripped - Awakening from Death

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Darkness. All I can feel… Is darkness all around me…
Wait, I can feel?

Frederich tried to move, immobile due to his resurrection sickness and the fact he was bound by ropes.

I can think… But I can’t move…? Am I still dead…? No, it can’t be. Elyssa would’ve made sure. Unless she thinks I am a traitor! No, she gave her word… I can’t be dead… Let’s try something else…

He opened his mouth to speak, a hoarse, silent voice came out “One… Two…”

What was that voice? It feels so… Distant… Different…
Is that really my voice…? It says what I want to say… Let’s try again…

“Is… There… Any… One… Here…?” He says slowly

Bah! That was so draining! What is this curse…? I am not dead… But… I can’t see… I can’t move… I can’t feel.
At least I can think…
Come on, Fred, think… Where can you be… If Elyssa would’ve resurrected me, I would’ve been with their camp… Unless she left me behind because I betrayed them…
What in Trolkellar’s name happened back there…

He was alone… Surrounded by enemies…
The… Forsaken… Two… Blood Elves… Sisters… One of them was… Undead. And a ghoul! There was a ghoul there! And the TROLL… Foul creature… FILTH.

I couldn’t… I didn’t want him to die that way… Not even she deserves to die that way… No honor…
Did he escape…? I think I fell before I saw… The searing pain in my head… Hehe… Idiots…

His finger moved slightly

There… That’s a start… I feel so… Weak…
I should sleep… I slept so sweetly… Sweet dark sleep… Dreamless sleep… Silent Sleep…

NO! I can’t sleep! I don’t know where I am!
Must… Wake… Up…

Despite all efforts, the body remains motionless; all that changed is cold sweat, quivering sleep, and his breath.

Must… Break… Free…