(97) Chained
Geth wrinkled his nose. A foul mix of rotting flesh and feces assaulted his senses.
His eyelids pried open, trying to find the source of this putrid odor. As the air touched the surface of his eyes, the burning almost forced them closed again.
Geth's vision was heavily blurred. He blinked rapidly, trying his best to regain his sight. His body was battered and aching, and he could feel some type of restraint tearing at his wrists.
He struggled briefly and found that it was difficult to move. It felt almost as if his joints weren't in place. He could feel his appendages, but the most he could do was make the muscles twitch.
After a bit of struggle, he finally managed to blink through the burning of the rotten odor. As his vision cleared, a strange scene appeared before him.
He found himself in a vast underground space. It reminded him of a Dungeon before it had been conquered.