Chapter 37

Bryson' POV

It was silent.

Just eerie, dead silence and it was unnerving.

My eyes were closed, trying to use all my senses to tell what, or where I was now. All I could remember was that my head was splitting into two from that excruciating pain; flashes of images that emerged and faded like the speed of light. I couldn't understand what those images meant. I knew that those were important, but for the life of me, I couldn't place them.

Before you know it, I was out like a light.

Now here I was in this desolation, trying to find out why I ended up in this state.

Then again, the silence was still getting into me.

"Bryson," A deep and husky male voice called out to me. I swore that voice had that slight familiarity, but I couldn't seem to point out the specifics.

"Bryson," the familiar voice called out once again. "Arise, my friend."

I tried, believe me, I tried my hardest to peel my eyes open, but my efforts were damn fruitless. It was like someone put glue to my eyelids!

The voice sig