The battlefield had long since been deserted by the time he woke up.
The rancid smell of death hung in the air, far thicker than when the battle had been ongoing. It could no longer be covered up by adrenaline that coursed through their veins or the sense of fulfilling and belief that their actions were honourable and important; now there was just a feeling of desolation and abandonment, accompanied by a heavy weight on the chest. For Denmark, he realised that this weight wasn't just figurative and was the literal source of the difficulty he was having with breathing.
He gave the hardest shove he could to whatever it was, difficult in the w