Infamy

0.1 - I Wake Up In A Dark Room

For some reason, for whatever reason, I've woken up here. In this place. In a dark room with not another breath of life. There are no windows. There are no doors - or there are doors, but this room is far too dark for me to tell. It's funny, because although everything in this room is pitch-black, I still feel like I'm seeing double. When I move, my body runs against a sheet, and the noise is making my head pound. Trying to sit up hurts. My muscles are sore, like I've just run a marathon and decided to take up weight-lifting immediately after. I'd ask if anyone were around. I'd ask for help, but my lips feel like pins and needles. I'd scream, if I could, because I can feel hands around my neck. If they're hands. They're cold and wet, like ice. I can also feel my feet and hands go numb, and my heart beating faster in my chest, and the last things I can feel are the shortening of air in my lungs, my brain thumping around in my skull and my muscles going wobbly. Then, the world is gone.