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WAKE UP
It has been seconds, minutes, perhaps hours. Your body stirs. The back, terribly sore. Thankfully, you can feel the hard, cold floor from toes to face.
Blood trickles down the side of your head. The wire from your forearm is gone. Two red pinprick-sized holes remain.
Your head shifts. The red light has brightened. The ceiling, as if a lid, has raised once again to permit a stronger sunrise. It is noticeably hotter. Yet you cannot discern a point of origin for this light. It remains diffuse, cloudy as if a gas, and out there, a shape moves in and out of sight.
Sitting up feels strangely heavy. To your horror, the wire has apparently migrated to your head, the prongs no doubt puncturing skull and reaching your brain.
Do not remove the wire. You crawl a few feet, slowly, but all the same; you are no more restricted in where you go now than you were before.
Where do you go?
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