The first thing he saw as he slowly opened his eyes was the ceiling. The black rotten ceiling that seem like to went through ages. Then he finally noticed after awhile, that he had been laying down... on the ground? What? Since when did he sleep on the ground? Since when he is here at the first place? He slowly tried to move his hand, that was somehow heavy to get it moved. His head ache like crazy, somehow it felt like he had been sleeping for some damn long time. He managed to lift his arm and get it on his forehead. Warm. Did he have a fever? Wait what?
He stared at his hands very confused. Black? Was is just because this room was bad lighted or because...? As he wanted to change position looking around, his head gave him a very clear sign of opposition. It ached so much, that he slumped on the ground again and sighed while still staring at his hand, that seem to be the only part of his body that he could move right now. He was black skinned. Not white. He guessed that someone like... wait, it's him! Why the hell didn't he know that he had black skin? Is he finally gone nuts? ... Who was he in the first place? He doesn't even remember his own name! How fucked up is that?
After awhile wondering by himself, but still not coming to any conclusion, he felt that the pain faded a bit and he could finally sit up that took him most of his strengh and looked around. Where was he? He should go and find out about it fi-..., before he could end his thought, he finally noticed the people that was inside the room with him. They seem to be... in the quite same state. But he couldn't help but wanting to ask about all of this, wanted to clear things up. It seemed not to be that easy though. They seem to be all stranger to him... but at the same time, he somekind can relate them to something, but that 'something' vanished again for some seconds, as he gave up and the headache faded again.
Then he spotted the girl. The bloody girl in the corner.
No, he didn't recognize it was a corpse right away. Who would? But the sweet smell in the air he could guess how better his state was.
This is crazy..., he thought for himself, was confused, scared and everything that someone in his position could feel... like wanting to break, wanting to escape...
He didn't know why that thought came up to him so suddenly, but because of it, he bit his lips and tried to find some things he could collect and so trying to understand what, where, why and who he was. And finally, how that girl in the corner end up in that state she is now. Seeing her, there was no doubt that someone killed her.
Someone killed her. Among these people. His glance went through the room, his heart beating fast like crazy, as he wanted to jump out of his body. Nothing. He can't remember nothing, and as he felt remembering, his headache came back again and distract him. It was impossible. But he knew, he should go out of this room. He should go out and find someone call the police or something... On other thought, it was better that he didn't call the police. It wouldn't be right..., somehow, he thought, not really understanding the reason he felt like so.
For now, he slowly slip behind, finally feeling a wall at his back, not quitting to stare everybody else. Then he slowly got up on his legs, sliding his back up from the wall and felt a very sharp feeling behind. Shocked, he whirled around, just seeing a window.
Window? Eagerly he looked outside, but didn't saw anything. A thick fog was making him not seeing anything... it was a very scary thought.
"FUCK! Where the hell am I? DAMNIT!" He made a huge noise as he punched at the window, wanting to forget it all, wanting to escape this situation... Why he was being kept inside this? Was that girl... was that girl not the only one who died, will someone else be killed or more importantly, will HE be killed? A shiver went through his body as he sit down again, looking to the door in front of him, not too far away but for him, still unreachable. His eyes went blank, he couldn't think anymore.
He needed something... to clear up things. He went up and slendered to the door, not hoping much out of it. And yes, he just saw a hallway..., noticing some people already were up before him, not very far away from him but still not very near so he could see their faces. Were they... the murders? A panic attack came across him and he slowly whirled back and tried to open the nearest door he could find, but still, it was locked. He tried to open another one, with the same bad luck. He sweared, stealing glances to the people who were standing in the hallways, who doesn't made a move to catch him. Was he wrong? Were they not the murders?
He was confused, very confused. His head ached. His whole body trembled and his heart was beating like crazy, so he decided to lean on the wall, still stealing glances to those people in the hallway. Played with the thought, to ask them, what the hell was going on.