If you've ever had your sanity stripped away from you in the space of three milliseconds, then you know how utterly perplexing it feels. Especially when you wake up in a dimly lit room, lying on the floor with both of your hands tied behind your back. Strangely enough, when I finally regained my insane consciousness their were no voices telling me to do bad things. No sudden urges to harm myself or anybody in my immediate vicinity. Not that their was anybody else to harm mind you, but all the same it felt as if something, a part of me, had been stripped away and put back wrong. I couldn't quite put my finger on it but it was their all the same. A feeling of unfamiliarity that comes with someone who is visiting a foreign land for the first time or if you were sitting around a campfire watching the shadows dance and wondering whether or not they are in fact shadows, or something unknown.
At first the light blinded me when I lifted my eyelids. But as they adjusted to the faint light, I was able to take stock of my surroundings. I was in what looked to be a solid grey cube with no means of entry nor exit. The walls themselves appeared to be made of concrete, with a rough texture that I could only guess to be the result of sloppy handling. The floor that I was currently sprawled on was much like the walls, only it had a rusty drain that smelled of long past rotten eggs and urine. At first I thought the illumination was coming from a floating orb near the top of the ceiling, but it turned out to be a light bulb dangling from a well rusted chain that made a small screeing sound as it gently swung forward and backward.
I digested all of this in grave silence as I calculated how much force it would take to burrow through the concrete. Wait, since when can I calculate anything like that? Or better yet, why can I do it at all? As I pondered my new discovery, I looked down and found that I was wearing a doctor's uniform with blue pants and a t-shirt which was in turn covered up by a lab coat with a plastic name tag on it. As I slowly read the name tag to myself, something or someone suddenly flipped a switch and I was suddenly in a hospital. I could tell it was a hospital by the relaxing paint colors on the walls and the bland floor tiles. Although, I never thought their paint choice to be particularly relaxing. I felt a light impact on my shoe and looked down to see what it was. What I saw should've horrified me. It should have made me want to curl up in a ball and cry. But instead I only thought; damn, these are my favorite shoes.
Blood soaked the whole front of my shirt and pants. My lab coat was stained a dark, rusty scarlet and my exposed hands felt crusty and sticky with the dried substance as I flexed them to loosen the tacked on red stuff that coated my arm. The stench, at first not noticeable to me before, now wafted strong in the air. Although the source of it seemed to be coming from the other side of the room. The area that I was in was actually an atrium that led into a hallway that circled it which then led to each of the patient's rooms. The floor was littered with papers and debris. The desk that had housed said debris and paper sat at the middle of the atrium, the countertop had a golf ball sized, jagged hole on the far right side with pieces of cheap plaster protruding like a frozen whirlpool. It looked as if someone had taken a hammer to it for some reason. The desks drawers had been ripped from their sockets and tossed haphazardly aside, seemingly like a small boy who tosses an apple away because it had had worms in it.
A queer detail that I took note of was that the whole place was absolutely silent, aside from my breathing in and out slowly. Hmmm, I thought, I wonder what they were looking for… Whether there was anybody looking for anything remains to be seen but the signs were clear enough… So were the bloodstains. In fact they were scattered all around the room. Some were just small splatters while others were giant stains. The blood itself couldn't have been more than a half hour old since its smell still hung heavy in the otherwise pristine air. Speaking of which, I should probably get this washed off, I'm startin to itch. As I started forward I stopped then swiftly turned on my heel and headed for the rooms behind me. Best not to smell it more than I need to, I thought as I headed towards the door nearest to me.