You Wake up in a Room
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You wake up in a room.
It isn't the first time that you have been here. The walls smell familiar - like the world Outside. Industrial and stale.
Fear creeps up your spine, making hair by hair stand on end.
The room is empty and white. There isn't even the barest scrape of humanity lingering, not anymore. Perhaps never. The carpet is unwelcome against your feet, as though pulling you to stay.
There is a door.
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