Impotent rage – a need to claw and tear made futile. As soon as the emotion rose within him it quelled, fizzled out. As the emotion left, energy drained from his body. His legs shook as if on the verge of collapse. He clung to whatever semblance of himself remained, and somehow managed one step. It did not make the following one harder. A second step.
He drew breath – stinging his nose and throat. Like he had breathed in icicles. Like he had not spoken, or breathed, or worked the muscles in his throat for a decade.
Memories flooded slowly. Ticking by like the hands of a clock. He felt sluggish. He felt weary. Whatever adrenaline had once allowed him to move barely managed to be enough for him to stand. Legs shaking, breath rattling in his throat, he managed another step.
His memories – if they could even be called that &