[video=youtube;oMe4kVNKvNk]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oMe4kVNKvNk[/video] Marilyn Smith was doing what she did every day- drowse around on the couch- her bed- until she mustered up enough motivation to get herself something to eat. Only, in every passing moment, something seemed vaguely wrong. Where was her couch? and... where exactly was she? In reality, she was curled up in a musty brown blanket, which barely concealed the hardness of the floor she was on, which seemed to be concrete. The only light came from a crack in what appeared to be a doorway. Scrambling from the blanket, she ran to the door, only to freeze when she realized something even more disturbing. She was naked, save for a small band around her right wrist, it felt like the kinds that they would use at hospitals. Aside from that, she felt something heavy on her neck. She walked, slower, towards the light of the door and examined her wrist, only to find that on this band was one word. Sloth A chill crept down her spine as she timidly reached for the door, hoping that it would be unlocked- only to find nothing, merely a metal plate where the nob should have been. Marilyn's eyes widened in shock and fear, searching the rest of the door, just to make sure, but there was nothing. nothing at all for her to use to get out of this room. In that moment, she ran back into the dark, trying to find another exit, anything to escape. Was this a joke? A prank? Maybe it was one of her friends trying to scare her- but this was a pretty ornate plan... Surely... this was a bad dream, right? She wandered in the dark, starting to hyperventilate, when she found herself tripping over something soft. With a vicious thud and a crunch, Marilyn screamed in pain, warmth trickling from her chin, where her skin had split. Tears mixed with the blood as she sobbed, feeling around with her hands, searching for what she had tripped over- a body.... a body with a blanket over it.... Please be alive. "H...hello... Wake up, please... this is a joke, right.... this has to be a joke...." She rambled as she shook the body, finding it to be warm, so it was either alive or recently dead- the fact that she had worried about something like that scared her even more. She moved her hands over the body, trying to figure out if it was a male or female, trying to find if the chest was moving, she prayed that it was. "Wake UP!" She finally shouted, giving what she found to be a male body a shove. She knelt there, blood dripping from her chin, and the ache from it was enough to keep her centered and focused. She started to shake and cry, frightened more than ever, yanking the blanket from the man, trying to cover herself up, and stem the bleeding from her chin. He didn't need it anyways, it would just make him sleep more, right? Right.... Because this... this couldn't be a joke... so... they had to get out of here. Was anyone else in here, she wondered? She was too afraid to raise her voice anymore. Suddenly there was light- but it was red, like in a dark room, and she could see that there were five other figures in the room, all in blankets like she had been... She could see a glimmer in a puddle... a small puddle of what must have been her blood- it was enough to make her dizzy. "Hello?" She choked out, her breathing becoming uneven again. *************************************** In the city, police were still trying to figure out even the most basic information, like who in the city could have been abducted- sure, people were missing, but people were always missing. It had been a long day of interviewing friends and families of recently missing persons, though nothing was coming of it, no clues at all. It was looking to be an all-nighter for the officers in this city. They only hoped that they could find these victims and quickly, before any of them were hurt.