[b][right]DERELICT BUILDING // CITY SLUMS[/right][/b]

William sat up gasping as if it was he was tasting air for the first time. His entire body burned, every movement ached as he sat up. The smell hit him and his face curled up in disgust, even that hurt. He raised his hands to his face, covering them in the dim light. His hands reaching his forehead he pushed them up higher, wincing as the pain of the bumps over his hands and scalp virtually caught fire due to the contact. All his hair was gone, turns out his body couldn't handle putting out that kind of power. He fell back against the ground, wincing in the pain. He was still tired, so very tired. He felt like had run two consecutive marathons while carrying five of himself on his back. He took in a breath, allowing his chest to rise and fall naturally. Ignoring the pain that encompassed his entire body. Then he sat back up, seeing the shadowy creature and the man that looked like some kind of noir-homeless man he turned his body to a more defensible position. 

Lighting a fire in the palm of his hand, casting light throughout the room. Which was where he noticed that the clothes he was wearing was not in fact the prison jumpsuit he had been wearing [i]prior[/i] to the escape attempt. "Who the hell are you guys? What am I doing here?"