Sam was awakened by the rustling of leaves on trees. That was odd, hadn't he just been in an office building? His fists closed on grass and he pushed himself up. He was greeted by the sight of, well, a forest. At least that explained the trees. But where exactly was he? And how in the hell did he get here?
A noise from the bushes behind him caught Sam's attention. He whipped around, throwing dry orange leaves in every direction. "Hey- Who's there?" he called out, voice raspy and unused. He was answered with more noises, coming from all around him now. Turning around again, he gasped as he saw a figure flash like a shadow across his vision.
It wasn't Hell. Sam knew Hell. This was worse.
This was Purgatory.