I opend my eyes and stared at the sight before me. It was unknown. I knew certain objects, but others were unrecognisable.
There was a tube lodged in my throat. Once this piece of information made its way to my mind panic set in. It was blocking all methods of breathing and I began to gag on it. Hoping it would somehow remove the foreign object and I would be granted passage to breathe. But this did not take place straight away.
Out of nowhere a face appeared in my darkening vision. Some form of glass was removed and I fell to my knees. The metal that was beneath my feet dug into my knees. I could feel the tearing of my skin but not register the pain that I was certain was ment to come along with it.
The breathing tube was roughly pulled from my throat and I pulled in a much needed breath of air. My lungs ached but we're satisfied with the oxygen pumping through them.
Unknowingly my hands were chained down as well as my feet. So when I went to stand and move away from the glass box that used to contain me, I stumbled and fell. But this could also be due to the fact that I had never walked before.
More and more faces appeared. Noises filled my ears. Loud incessant talking coming from these unknown people surrounding me.
One came forward with a key and unchained me.
I stood in a panicked manner ready, even though I didn't know how, to fight off anyone who intended to inflict harm upon me.
All stepped back except one.
The one remaining stepped forwards and in a deep, gravely voice, introduced themselves as "Doctor Zola"
I eyed him wearily. Uncertain of this man named 'Zola'.
But as my attention was solely on him and no one else. Some other person must have got themselves behind me without my knowledge and inflicted a sharp pain straight into my neck.
Everything I saw blurred and became distorted. Until it all faded away.