One Place, One Light.
Chapter 1.
"My head…" It seemed that Sean had finally woken up. "How the hell have I gotten here? Either this is a dream, a nightmare, a kidnapping, or just me being drunk and stumbling into here and passing out. I'm guessing the last one. Ah well, I'm sure there's a way out of here." His customised JLS – 2013 handgun was at his feet, but he stood up, not realising it. "There's got to be at least a light switch around here." He walked forwards until he hit a wall with his head (luckily, he has a hard head), then he decided to shimmy along the wall until he got to the first corner of the room, then he moved to the next corner, I guessed it was for getting a bearing of his surroundings.
"Not one switch! Whoever owns this place has to get with the times!" By now, Sean's eyes were able to see slightly in front of him, so he started walking forwards until he saw his gun. "Isn't this where I woke up? At least now I have a light!" He turned on his UV light that he had badly put onto the bottom of his gun. He had no tape left, so he had to use some old cloth he could find lying around in his house. "This is one dull place; there aren't any lights, any furniture, and no doors!" He thought to himself, 'maybe I could see even better if I hold my light up to the ceiling, shouldn't the light bounce off the ceiling then?' He did it, and for once, it worked. He could finally see the room in full view, though it wasn't much, apart from in the middle of the room there was a table with a suitcase full of ammo and a note.
'Dear Mr. Varneo,
We are happy to tell you that you are not alone in that room, because there is a way out. If you check on the floor, there is a panel that leads down to the next floor and in the room after that, there is another panel. We won't tell you how many floors there are, because that would spoil the fun. We will tell you that there is another person on one of the floors, someone to keep you company for the duration of your time with us here. Take note though, as soon as you hit a certain floor, we are letting out some of our 'pets' to make you feel more welcome, so be sure that you close the doors behind you, who knows, it may bide you some time. But, we cannot make it that easy, because if one of our pets get you, it won't be long until you become one of them yourself. I suggest you take all of that ammo with you, because we have a lot of pets, and they have not been fed for quite some time. I do hope you enjoy your stay here.
Yours truly,
Umbrella Corporation.'
"Smart-asses, they don't know who the hell they're dealing with! Anyway, I'd better get moving." He picked up the suitcase and the letter, looked for the panel and went into the next room, thus beginning Umbrella's Funhouse.