Allister awoke to the uncomfortable rise of bile in his throat and the rushing chill of water at his feet. Not to mention the intense pain that ransacked every inch of his body. Leaving him to feel stunned for some time. A low growl escaping him as he began to force himself up. The lump in his throat never resided, every move or wince making his feel it might just escape his mouth. Still he went on, hell bent on removing himself from this position. His low, losing position. At the rising of the tide, he'd managed to move a few inches. Still struggling to fully rise. His body so weak, it seemed to be swept up each time by the current. Biting his lip, and with a loud howl of a grunt. He pushed up again. Breaking into a short sprint as he finally got to his feet. Trying to keep pace so he wouldn't fall once more. It was at this moment, he got a good look at his surroundings. Empty, entirely barren. A wasteland of what could be lay before him. Gray and empty, even the sun had seemed to be hiding from this place. Heavy clouds in the sky, moving ever so slowly. Seeming to be trying to protect the some how fragile sun from this pathetic sight. The worst part seemed to be that there was no movement andaabsolutely no sign of possible life. Ignoring what seemed to be obvious, Allister pressed on. Moving slow, each step causing a shrill rush a pain through every bone. Surpassing the torn and worn flesh that seemed to ache no matter what he did at the current moment. His walk seemed to last centuries. Going on till he thought he could take no more. Most of his limbs having gone numb, making him unsure of where the real injuries began and where the pain ended. The little house that seemed to be slowly coming into view encouraged him to push further. Adrenalin keeping him going and creating a never ending image of him destroying the man that sent him to his never ending hell.