Gg Kk 9: Fumigate

I woke with a smouldering headache. I was in a room, lying on a compacted dirt floor, and the air smelt sickly sweet, lemony and smokey. I wonder how long I had been asleep.

My eyes adjusted to the darkness, and I could see across from me, Gg Kk was leaning against the wooden plank wall. He was awake, and looking at me.

"Hullo," I said. "Where are we?"

"Hullo. We were captured. Do you remember?"

"No.. I don't remember."

"A Flingellan Fumigating Four came to get us, I think. They knocked us out and threw us in here. You've been out for a long time."

"The Flingellan Fumigating Four? That's quite an honour."

"No. Well, yes, it would be. But it was only a Flingellan Fumigating Four."

"Ah. A shame. Still, perhaps we will get a medal. How long have I been out?"

"Perhaps. A few weeks, I guess. It's hard to count. I have been feeding you with the drips they provide."

"Ah. Flingellan hospitality."

"Yes, it's not so bad. Should we escape, regardless?"

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This is a five-minute freewrite based on the prompt fumigate.
It is a continuation of a kind of jungle adventure, part 8 of which is here.