Where am I? I feel a cold sensation below me... am I on the floor? I feel all fuzzy... as if I was woking up from a dream...
I manage to flutter my eyes open, only to see three strangers looking at me from above.
Girl 1:" Hey gang! The sleepyhead just woke up!"
Guy 1:" No shit sherlock."
Girl 2:" Oh you poor girl... are you okay? Do you need help standing up?"
I nodded to the second girl, who didn't hesitate and quickly helped me up. My mind was blurry and my feet unsteady. It was hard to keep balance, but the longer I standed, the easier it got. The woman who helped me up was still holding my arm in a careful manner.
Girl 2:" There, are you okay?"
Myself:" Y-Yeah I'm... fine..."
My voice is weak and was close to the tone of a whisper. I feel slightly better know, at least enough to scan my surroundings. I am located in a bare room with white concrete walls, floor and roof. There was nothing of note all around, except for a mettalic door on the wall, who seemed to be inspected by two other individuals. We seemed to be seven in total. There was the three person who were surronding me when I woke up, the three that are talking by the door, and myself. Talking about the door people, one of them looked back at me, and started advancing.
Girl 3:" Okay, do you know anything?"
Myself:" A-anything about what?
Girl 3:" Anything about where the hell we are!"
I shake my head.
Girl 3:" Fuuuuuck it!
Another door inspector went to join the group.
Guy 2:" So? What's the conclusion?"
Girl 3:" Well... None of us fucking knows why, where and how we got here. We all just woke up here!"
Guy 2:" No info from the new missy?"
Girl 3:" Apparently not! I swear I'm gonna kill the motherfucker that put me here!"
Girl 2:" Let's no do anything too hasty don't you think? We should first find a way out..."
Girl 1:" Yeah! Did you guys open the door?"
Girl 3:" Does it look fucking opened to you?!"
The door at the other end of the room is closely shut, clearly not letting us pass it easily. The last door person stayed apart from the group.
Guy 1:" Okay well... since we don't know shit, we should present ourself... Now that we're all awake, we should at least get our names straight. Preferably with a little info to come up with."
Girl 3:" There is no way that I tell my life story to six strangers in a room when I don't even know where I am, dumass!"
Girl 1:" I can tell my life story! My name is Samilla Desjar, I am... or was a waitress at a little cafe. I... hum... I am always optimistic! But a lot of people call me kind of naive... I don't know why.
She is wearing a sort of school uniform. I guess that her most upstanding feature is her uncredible hair mass. She joined all of them into twintails that reaches her mid thights. Like it was not visible enough, her hair is bright pink.
Girl 2:" Well... My name is Hadley Sadmadger, I am an housewife, have a husband a three childrens! I hope we can all find some sort of way out... So I can see them again."
She squeezed my arm harder as she said that. Sorrow clearly residing in her eyes. She seemed like a mature woman, wearing some modest dress. She emanated a kind of motherly aura.
Guy 2: "The name's Trevor, Trevor Madicky. I had a great business as the owner of the Senji industry. We work on creating and manufacturing multiple of the best electronic devices that might have seen. I recently passed the keys of the factory to my sons and wanted a more peaceful life. I guess that was too much to ask..."
Hum... Maybe that the ones that kidnapped us are a rival of his? But why would the others get took too? He really is tall, easily sitting at 6 foot some and having some of the broadest shoulders that I've seen in my life. On top of it all, he is muscular as hell.
Guy 1: "I am Revand Dan. There's not a lot to say, except I am a still a student at the prestigious Eastwood institute."
Not a lot to say huh? That academy is impossible to reach unless you've basically made no error in your whole life. This guy is clearly one to lead us all. Unless some opose to it I guess.
Girl 3: "Grrr... Fine! I am Abigail Fareas! But I'm not saying anything else!"
She does not seem like the one to mess around with. She has short purple hair (probably dyed) and was wearing casual clothes. I gotta say, they seemed too small for her curves... But I shouldn't just the clothing choices of others I guess...
Myself: "M...My name is... Vivian... Vivian Ressama... I worked as a florist before... before coming here... I am kinda timid... so hum... yeah... that's it..."
I was clearly the smallest in the group, and by far! The second smallest, by first look was Abigail, and she is at least a foot taller than me! My long brown hair covered my whole back and some of my face, and I am wearing a floral dress, hinting at my profession. The person in the back finally decided to join.
?: " My name is Farim Ten. Don't speak to me unless necessary."
I... I am sincerely unsure of this person's gender. They had the slim figure of a girl and long hair as well, but the curves were kind of bland and... I mean, even their name and voice could fit on the two sides! They are wearing some casual black clothes, shirt and jeans.
Revand: At least now we know a bit about each others... but for real, does anybody have a single clue about what is happening here?
We all shrugged or shook our heads.
Abigail: Here I am, stuck in a room with a bunch of random people. Our kidnappers really has some thing wrong in the head. Like what the hell is the ling between us here? I didn't knew a damn about you all before waking up!
Myself: Well... theres that door over there...
Trevor: Already checked it out, it sealed shut, and there's no handle, not even a keyhole.
Hadley: Did you try breaking it?
Abigail: Its in metal dumass.
Hadley: *sigh* Yeah but we never know...
Samilla: Do we wait for recscue? Our disparition will not go unknown for sure! We'll get out of here soon!
Revand: I hope so...
I looked down. What will we do if we don't get rescued? Will we die here? Left all alone and forgotten? This is the worst way that it could end... Why did this happen to me? I feel tears well up, as I sit down on the ground, hands on my face... The others don't say a word, probably thinking the same thing as me, but not looking like a baby while doing it... Why did this had to happen... why... Why, why, whywhywhy...