Hunger gnawing at my insides, I lay alone on the cold metal floor. Nothing covering me but simple jean shorts and a cotton tank, I wonder what will take me first, insanity, starvation, or the cold.
I don't know how long I've been here, but it seems like months, if though it has most likely been only a few days or about a week. I'm not sure. There isn't anything at all in the room to give me a clue.
All I remember before waking up in this room is falling in the woods. I remember it so clearly.
As I daydream about the only thing I remember, I am startled by the loud creaking noise coming from through the metal walls.
Then I learn what the noise is. The creaking is from opening metal.
I'm blinded by the light that burst through where my ceiling has once been, and I hear shaky voices above me.
