05-04-2012, 04:22 AM
There was nothing like waking up in an old corroding room with rusted walls and broken furniture with no recollection of how you got there. Sammy had seen some strange things in her eighteen years of life, most of which would give any member of her high school wrestling team the chills, but something about living the horror movie- yeah, that merited the creeps.
She was up in a flash. Sammy didn’t dilly dally slowing raising herself up to her feet, apprehensively searching for answers. The new Dragon recruit sprung up onto her sneakers like she’d just been called down with Willy Wonka’s Golden Ticket. She knew, well, she knew as much as she was going to. No one ever woke up in a place like this and found answers written on the walls. She’d have been lying to herself if she didn’t acknowledge the rising anxiety and sweaty palms creeping up on her, but you could only see so many dead people before things just didn’t phase you like they should.
She could hear voices coming from the other side of the far wall. Were there others here like her? Sardonically, she wondered if they were plucked out of Burger King too- maybe some crazy fast food haunting. She waited for the sick feeling she usually got when something was bad news, but it was like the whole situation gave her that ‘no-good’ knot. If the voices on the other side of the room belonged to crazy ax murderers… well…she’d run like hell.
She reached into her back pocket for her phone. At the very least she’d have that as a flashlight. No luck. The dead electronic sat in her hand like a paper weight. As if things couldn’t be more ominous, she let out a groan. Like a blind mole, Sammy felt around the room, arms extended, reaching for the chipping paint. She grimaced as her hand rolled over something that seemed more crusty than paint. Honestly, Sammy felt a little grateful she couldn’t see what it was. Then, she felt a ridge in the wall, maybe a door frame. She dropped her hand an inch or so, and there it was, the door handle.
Sammy didn’t swing the door open as quickly as she’d jumped to her feet. Startling someone who might be the psycho who brought her here was an idea she didn’t favor.
“ And I can handle myself…”
Sammy’s brows lifted slightly. She was glad one person could. She’d caught the tail end of the conversation, but definitely caught the hyperventilation. Sammy cautiously left her door frame, taking a few steps towards the little pow-wow. It didn’t take a genius or her spidey sense to tell her they were in the same boat. All she could hope for now was that her green track jacket meant nothing to them.
“ Anyone get signal?” She asked, holding up her phone. She realized it wasn’t the most appropriate question, but it was definitely the most practical. “ And… so what the hell is going on here?”