Thomas 'DOC' Savage

Slowly, Richard Judd raised his hands to his head where it felt like someone was beating on him like a drum. As he did so, he felt like something. water. was pouring off them. His probing fingers encountered more wetness; sticky this time. As he touched his forehead, new pains erupted. Had he hit his head? And why was it so dark? He tried to force his eyes open wider and succeeded in catching a glimpse of brightness above him.
Slowly, his memory began to come back to him.