You awaken, slowly at first, groggily coming to consciousness. And then the realization hits you that you’re not at home in your bed.
You’re lying on a hard, cold concrete floor in a room with white painted concrete walls. The room is dimly lit by a television showing snowy static, hissing monotonously. There is one solid looking door, and no windows. There is no light coming from beneath the crack of the door. Besides the television, and the wooden cabinet it sits on, the room is empty.
Well, not empty. You’re not alone in the room. There are others there with you, some of them passed out like you were, others slowly waking. Also, on the ceiling in the corner is a video camera looking down at the room.
The last thing you remember is arriving at home, opening the door, and stepping inside. After that – nothing - until now. You’re still wearing the clothes you were wearing then, but your pockets are empty.
The words ‘what the fuck is going on?’ come to mind, followed by ‘where am I?’