Lost In Thought

One

I tiredly open my eyes. Is it time to wake up already? It can't be. I raise my hand to turn my alarm clock off, but I can't move my arm. Before I'm totally awake, I take a look around the place. It's dark, but I can make out some faint shapes. I know I should be focused on the fact that I'm tied up in a dark room, but all I can wonder is if those are people. I count them. There's nine of the unknown. As my eyes adjust to the dark lighting, I determine that they have to be people. What else would they be? I would scream, but my mouth is gagged. I would get up, but my legs and arms are tied. But I'm not panicking. Something about this place gives me a sense of hope. Maybe it's the fact that I'm not alone in this. There's others. Or maybe it's something else. Before I can finish my thought, I hear a door creak open. I swivel my head around to where I heard the sounds. Light pours in from the open door, making me squint. A young man, bearded and bald, steps in the room. He surveys the others before he gets to me. When he does, his tired blue eyes meet mine. There's a moment when my heart speeds up, but it dies down quickly. He looks behind him.
"We got one!" He called. His voice was deep and raspy, pretty much exactly what I was expecting from his look. I see a figure walk out of the door. He's holding a knife.

A/N: thoughts? Do you hate it? This is the first chapter, so criticism and corrections are heavily welcomed!!
Love y'all.
~Rose