Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26273552-20170419214359/@comment-28856385-20170419233904

Michael's eyes shot open as he quickly shoots his head up from the ground. Cold, stone ground. "W-wait..." He rubbed his eyes, his vision was blurry but something surely wasn't right. His fake arm made it very hard for him to sit up, but when he did he realized something. Where he was, it was bland. Way too bland. The floor and ceiling were gray cement stone. No beds, a drain in the corner, and an area with tall bars for 2 doors wide. He slowly pushes himself up to stand. He runs to the bars, grabbing them and looking outside, shocked.