User blog:Stormlilly/I. Outside, you can hear the roar of distant rain - wherever outside is.

You wake up cold and shivering, your clothes still wet and sticking to your back. Your right shoulder is bruised but feels otherwise undamaged.

The blurriness in your vision subsides slightly and you try to get your bearings - the last you remember is leaving the party with a few of your friends, though you could've sworn you'd left Eric as the designated driver. The lights swimming in and out of your field of view beg to differ, however - as do the many small cuts along your exposed hands and legs.

Checking for any broken glass, you can't seem to find the cause of any of your wounds - they all seem superficial and you praise your good luck.

Good luck. That's what they call it, right..?

You seem to be in an underground parking lot or something like that - maybe the car crashed, and you were pulled free..? You can't see any of your friends or the car anywhere, though. They wouldn't have just left you here, would they..? An unsettling feeling sets hold in your still-soaked skin as you apprise your options...

The only stairway up beckons with a faint light. You'll probably be able to find someone to help you, there.

Barring that, the only ever option is an elevator that looks as if it has seen better days....