The black air was suffocating. My eyes fluttered open, still I could see nothing but darkness. My right hand was wrapped around some kind of hard metal... A gun, I think. My left hand however, held something small, and delicate. Warm and sticky, some gruesome substance, probably blood soaked the front of my shirt. How... how did I get here? I didn’t know, or at least couldn’t remember. Whose blood was this? I couldn’t answer any of my own questions... I couldn’t recall my own name. “Hello??” my voice squeaked in the void, echoing back to me a thousand times over. “Hello, hello, hello, hello...” I covered my ears sheilding them from the peircing sound.The air swirled around me, my head light and disoriented. I tried to pull myself up to stand, only to fall back down. "Ow.." the floor was hard, and I landed with a thud. I sat for a moment, and put my hands out in front of me. There was nothing but air. As my head began to unfog, I noticed a distinct smell - decay. How long had I been here? Wherever 'here' is. I got on my feet again, and this time I stayed up. I started walking, slowly and carefully, my hands out in front of me. I felt for a wall, a door, anything... but all I felt was more air. The smell was becoming unbearable when my hands finally hit something solid, and sticky. Sticky like my shirt, like blood soaked cloth over flesh. Only... only this flesh wasn't breathing. It moved slightly as my hands made contact with it, so it must have been hanging from the ceiling. I stepped backwards, stumbling over my own feet, and landing on the ground - again. Nausea returned, and I couldn't keep the sludge from escaping my throat. Now I , (whoever I was), was covered in blood and vomit, trapped somewhere in the dark with at least one body and no memory. "Great," I muttered sarcastically. "Now how the hell do I get out of here?"