NOWHERE

CHAPTER ONE

Boom!

Darkness.

Pulse.

Pain.

Questions.

Where was he?

He shot up from the ground, and as he did so his head spun. he clenched his jaw to ward off an in-coming headache but it didn't work.  Just like how trying to take steady breaths couldn't calm down the hammering of his heart.  

He slowly looked around the room. This wasn't where he remembered being when IT happened. He pursed his lips, in fact, where had he been when it happened?

Wait. What even was IT?

"Argh!" Here comes that headache. His hands clasped the sides of his head as he tried to massage in some consciousness.  

"Come on, you've headaches before, don't be such a baby." He blinked hard. You know what? it was okay to be a baby because this hurt more than any headache he had before. At least, that's what he thought. He didn't remember if he'd ever had a headache before.

He wasn't sure of a lot but he was sure of a few things. 

One; he was breathing and conscious but, did that necessarily mean he was alive? This could probably be the afterlife. He looked around giving everything a scrutinizing stare. Why was the afterlife an old dusty warehouse? Then is God the old furniture lying around? Is that why Jesus was a carpenter?

Well with that train of thought he was sure of another thing; he most definitely wasn't the smartest pickle in the jar. Look at the analogy he just used! That's one brain cell action right there.

Anywho, the second thing he was semi sure of was his name. It was Nathan, Nathan Yoon. He found it funny that he hadn't thought of what HIS NAME was up until this moment. If it took him that long how sure could he be that his name was actually Nathan? For all, he knew he could be a Stephenie Hampton or a Frank Olagunju or Maybe a Mary Kim. 

For someone making a list of what he was sure of he wasn't quite sure of anything.

 He sighed. Okay then, the last thing he was sure-not so sure-kinda sure of was the fact that something was most definitely wrong. An unfortunate thought entered his head; 'maybe nothing was wrong.' Maybe it was a hobby of his to wake up in abandoned warehouses with his memory frayed. It could be some sort of weird family tradition he couldn't remember along with everything else.

"Aaaahhh." He cried out in the most monotonous tone possible as he laid down with his extremities spiraled out. He felt so lost. He felt like he could lay here for hours and attempt to theorize what happened to him (even if he was one hundred percent sure he was on a game show) or he could get out of this place through a door that's been there the whole time.

He stood up and dusted himself off. He should start heading out-

Wait.

'Did he really need to leave this place?'  With his conveniently inconvenient memory loss (at least he hadn't forgotten how to speak or walk, wouldn't have been tragic?) There was a chance he was kept inside of the warehouse so he'd be protected, he glanced warily at the door, from whatever was outside of it.

The exit suddenly felt more ominous. 

Maybe he should call out for help? Buuuut, what if there was some murderous maniac on the loose just waiting for him to give out his sweet location. For sky's sake, he'd watched enough horror movies to know the outcome of that. 

'Had he watched horror movies before?' 

He let out a huff of frustration as he kicked the ground and crossed his arms. Why was amnesia so haaaaaarrrd?!