[At first it isn't the pain that wakes him up. Or even his panicked partner shaking him. It's a memory.
He dreams of one thing more then anything else when it comes to the Game. Not anyone dying. Not waking up in the same place over and over.
It's getting shot. He dreams about that a lot. And one major thing about that memory hits him in a surprising way- Joshua had shot him from point-blank range. And bullets burn. That smell, more then the pain, that he remembers. Scent is the core of recall, after all.
It is the burned-pork reek that finally pulls him from unconsciousness, shrieking in both real and remembered pain, clutching his chest. Shitshitshit this isn't a *dream*!
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He dreams of one thing more then anything else when it comes to the Game. Not anyone dying. Not waking up in the same place over and over.
It's getting shot. He dreams about that a lot. And one major thing about that memory hits him in a surprising way- Joshua had shot him from point-blank range. And bullets burn. That smell, more then the pain, that he remembers. Scent is the core of recall, after all.
It is the burned-pork reek that finally pulls him from unconsciousness, shrieking in both real and remembered pain, clutching his chest. Shitshitshit this isn't a *dream*!
He jerks up, trying to beat out invisible flames]
Sh-shit... where....?!