Origins.It’s cold... dark... where am I?Origins. by ~Some-Kind-Of-Name
I opened my eyes to the world around me. There wasn’t very much to look at in the first place, considering that it was already nothing but pitch black, but it was something. Fumbling around the dark, hard interior of what seemed to be a holding cell I groped the floor and crawled forward, getting a feel of where I was. For one, it was a concrete floor, judging by the texture of the material below me, and with a few more centimetres of blind crawling, I bumped into a wall. I turned the other way and found that wherever I was, it must have been a pretty small area because it didn’t take long for me to hit the opposite wall.
I crawled up to another wall and sat there. Again, where was I? The interior of this dark prison smelled of antiseptic, akin to a hospital, yet without any source of illumination, I could hardly tell if it was a hospital or not. My gut feeling told me that where I currently was currently in anything but a hospital, bu