Rust. I am surrounded by rust.
It's the first solid thought that meandered its way into my mind as I slowly regained consciousness. I gingerly picked myself up from the floor, trying to ignore the strong smell of iron assaulting my nostrils. The floor felt hard and coarse to the touch, the air was cold and not a sound can be heard except for my own breathing. I tried to open my eyes, and I realized they're already open - it's just too dark to see even my own hands. I honestly don't know how I got here; I remember walking from my apartment to go to work...and that's about it. The rest is all a blur.
Where the hell am I?
*This is an exercise for my Multimedia Writing class. :) To my students, you already know what to do. When you are finished, click on "shots" and comment on this post with the links to your work. Deadline is on Friday (Dec.10), 12MN.