Adam, Wake Up

Chapter One

He woke on a cold tile floor, more than slightly confused. His cheek was stuck to the ground, and there was small pool of drool at the corner of his mouth. Ew. Upon sitting up and opening his eyes, he discovered that the room he happened to be stuck in was a pristine white and lacked furniture. The ceiling, tiled floor, four walls, and door were all a clean white. Where was he? How did he get here? Come to think of it, he doesn't even remember his own name. He can't think of anything before now. Questions swirled around in his head faster than he could try to come up with answers, and he felt the beginning of a headache surface.

A few minutes went by when he finally realized that sitting on the floor would get him no where fast. He stood up and stumbled to the back wall, which was thankfully only a few feet away. He caught himself with his outsretched arm on the wall, barely able to stand. He had been on that floor for a while, long enough to be slightly unfamiliar with walking, and have raging bedhead. Oh well, it's not like his hair ever behaved anyways.

Once hs was sure he wouldn't topple over, (which took much too long,) he stopped using the wall for support.

Upon examining the small room, the door was locked from the inside with a sliding panel and knob to move it. He pulled as hard as he could, but it wouldn't budge. There was also small strip of paper tacked on the back wall, just to the right of where his hand was moments ago. You may think that he had poor observational skills, (which he does, but thats beside the point,) but the paper was just as white as the wall's paint. Once plucked off, he realized it had a bit of writing on the back.

"Your first name is Adam."

He was taken aback slightly, and it showed on his face. The paper was right. Even with no memory, the name rang with familiarity. He was Adam. He had been called Adam his whole life. Adam is his name. As good as this small revelation felt, there was something tugging at the back of his mind. It was almost as if it was trying to tell him that what he had read was not the full truth, but only a fragment.

Adam shoved the small paper into his pant pocket, trying to dismiss what he couldn't come up with an answer for. Only then did he notice that he was dressed simply in a black t-shirt, grey jeans, and red sneakers. One thing that stood out to him was the amulet he wore. It was a purple stone surrounded in a yellow metal that hung from of a thin white cord. Once cupped in two hands or in the dark, it gave off a slight purple glow.

He heard a click from the other side of the room and jumped. It was the first noise other than himself that he had heard in this place. It wasn't loud, but the small sound seemed to resonate off the walls through the silence. It came from the wall opposite to him. The one with the door. Adam walked over apprehensively, wanting and not yet wanting to know if it had unlocked at the same time.

The lock had been slid out of the way, making the door open with ease. He held his breath while opening it, and was met with a dark interior. Above him, oddly colored lamps were spaced two blocks apart in the middle of a five block wide hall, giving an eerie feeling to the already strange place.

There was another door up ahead, but from there the hallway turned out of view. Could one of these doors provide an escape? So far he was physically unhurt, but the longer he stayed the more uneasy he felt.

Adam walked shakily down the hallway since his legs weren't ready for running quite yet, nor did he have a reason to. Really, we should just be grateful that he isn't hugging the wall anymore.

The next door opened with ease, and was identical to the previous, but much larger. He spotted another paper on the far wall, and walked the ten paces to it. Just before taking the paper, the door slammed behind him. Not shutting normally, it slammed with a great amount of force. He watched, horrifed, as the lock slid into place automatically, and ran over to it, momentarily ignoring the paper on the wall. It refused to budge; he was trapped. In the center if the room, floating text materialized much like a hologram.