Knowing that he could have opened eyes, he kept them shut and envisioned what had just happened to him. For all of the skills he thought he'd had, none of them had kept him alive. Not being one to turn away from what was rushing at him, he had quickly rolled himself over to see the blade coming down, and out of his sight as it cut through his neck. All faded to black. It was quick, but not entirely painless. 

After some time he opened his eyes to take in a dimly lit concrete room. He should be dead, but here he was with his head intact; had it been a nightmare? If so, why couldn't he remember getting to this place? He placidly propped himself on an elbow and began to slowly pivot to push himself off the ground, and rather unexpectedly he met the eyes of a man who looked as perplexed as he felt. Without even thinking about it he reached out towards the man and said hoarsely, "Got any cigarettes?"

He could really do with a smoke right about now.