Snippet #1156890

What's going on?

All he could hear was a buzzing, all he could see was darkness. There was no taste, no smells. As far as he could tell he was clothed, but he did not want to hang around in the dark anymore than he needed to. He felt his way along the wall, hoping to find something. Anything. But still he crept further and further into darkness.

Suddenly, the lights came on with a flicker, and he could see he was in a long narrow corridor. On one side was a wall. The other were rows and rows of containers. With the lights on, he gasped in horror. There were people in these containers. Did he come from one himself? Where was he? He doubled back and walked towards the direction from whence he came. He stopped when he reached a container with broken glass. The plate at the top of the tank read "Subject 22"

"Is...that" He couldn't find his words.
"Is that...me?" He looked at his hands and on the back of the right hand, the number 22 was branded into his flesh.

"Where the hell am i?" he murmered to himself, still shocked by what he saw.

He glanced to the left, and saw a trail of blood. Left with no other option, he decided to follow the blood and hope for somebody to talk to.