Third Person's POV
His nose was filled with a pungent and metallic scent that was thick with rust and iron while being undercut by a salty bitterness that clung to his tongue and throat.
He tried to move and to swim upward toward the faint shimmer of light above, but his limbs refused to respond.
His arms hung heavy at his sides, and he found his whole body to be numb and limp while his legs dragged beneath him like they were forged from solid lead.
But the worst thing was that he could feel a downward pull.
A grim reality struck him that he was sinking slowly and steadily down into the crimson abyss.
His body gulped down water involuntarily, and a creeping horror welled up in his chest as he realized that he was drowning.
His every instinct screamed for air, but none came while the pressure only intensified, and just as the crushing silence of death seemed moments away, his eyes snapped open.
Gasping softly, he found himself lying atop the carriage once more.
