[ It's the piercing sound of gunshots and garbled cries of pain that spur Winston to wake up more fully. It's not as if yells of anguish are out of the ordinary in this place. He's not the only one being kept prisoner, and humans can't endure pain the way that a gorilla can. It's almost worse to hear the others crying out than it is to endure the "experimenting" himself.
There's a more appropriate word to use here, but Winston has tried not to let himself think it. He'd never thought he'd end up some kind of prisoner of war.
When he hears a voice, he focuses in on it, huffs out a breath when he realizes that it's familiar. For a moment he wonders if he's imagining things, hoping that his old commander has come to his rescue when in reality he knows how unlikely that would be.
On the off chance that he isn't hallucinating, though, Winston continues to shift around as much as the restraints will allow him, finally getting a clear view through the window set into the cell door. He catches a glimpse of a red glow set into a mask and then half-laughs, half-coughs in disbelief.
Either he's dreaming or he's very, very lucky.
Again, he tries to put all three hundred and fifty pounds of his weight into freeing himself, but the tranquilizer they've been dosing them with is nothing to sneeze at. ] Commander... [ Winston's voice comes out somewhat slurred, but he makes sure to speak loudly, to be heard through the door. ] Never thought I'd see you here...
[ Hadn't Morrison said he wanted nothing to do with them? And come to think of it, who'd he been talking to earlier? ]
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There's a more appropriate word to use here, but Winston has tried not to let himself think it. He'd never thought he'd end up some kind of prisoner of war.
When he hears a voice, he focuses in on it, huffs out a breath when he realizes that it's familiar. For a moment he wonders if he's imagining things, hoping that his old commander has come to his rescue when in reality he knows how unlikely that would be.
On the off chance that he isn't hallucinating, though, Winston continues to shift around as much as the restraints will allow him, finally getting a clear view through the window set into the cell door. He catches a glimpse of a red glow set into a mask and then half-laughs, half-coughs in disbelief.
Either he's dreaming or he's very, very lucky.
Again, he tries to put all three hundred and fifty pounds of his weight into freeing himself, but the tranquilizer they've been dosing them with is nothing to sneeze at. ] Commander... [ Winston's voice comes out somewhat slurred, but he makes sure to speak loudly, to be heard through the door. ] Never thought I'd see you here...
[ Hadn't Morrison said he wanted nothing to do with them? And come to think of it, who'd he been talking to earlier? ]