The chill was the first thing to break through the hazy blankness that came from being unconscious. The next was that he was laying on the hard ground. Connor forced his eyes open, vision blurring for a moment before the darker shapes in the room came into focus. He was lying on concrete in a big room of some kind. As he shifted to sit up, pain shot through his left shoulder and he winced.
There had been a few of them. Connor hadn't paid them much attention until he'd realized they weren't just walking the same way as him, but following him. Things had gone bad when he had turned to ask what the hell they were doing. A scuffle had followed and then...then what? He shut his eyes again and tried to focus on those last few minutes before he'd been knocked out but his mind was still hazy. Someone had blindsided him.
His eyes opened again as he heard a soft female voice, followed by another answering. He wasn't alone in this place, wherever it was. The voices weren't familiar to him but that didn't mean much. He was still getting to know the people around the complex, much less those outside of it. Resting his uninjured hand on the ground, he pushed himself up to a standing position and squinted into the darkness. "That makes three of us," he said, keeping his voice low as well.