White, everything was a blinding white. There was no sense of direction, Brandy felt as though she was floating in mid-air surrounded by nothing. A blank canvas waiting for be painted on. Suddenly the feeling of her  feet touching something resounded inside of her but her legs felt like jello and her stomach turned from nausea warning that everything would come up if she didn't stabilize herself, and fast.<br/><br/>The sense of floating soon vanished and suddenly it felt as though her sense's were switched back on. She could smell, hear, feel, even taste. Her vision was a blur of dots like she had spent to much time staring at a bright light with her lids closed. As soon as she felt grounded her vision cleared and the area of which she found herself was new. She had never seen a place like this in her life except for maybe in the horror movies, but Brandy wasn't no glamorous hollywood bitch who spent her days in front of a camera. She was a pretty bitch who tried to get by in life, barley making  any money. Granted she was a student, but that was no excuse.<br/><br/>Soon the rest of it hit her, hard. The unkempt furniture, the dusty and dingy floor boards with a white line of chalk running over it in a circle. "That's really odd...what is that doing there?" She said to herself then noticed that there were several other pairs of feet standing around the white circle. Some began to stir, while they all did their own thing Brandy began to look around, "This is to much like a horror movie...when is the bad guy gonna strike?"<br/><br/>"The Door is Open."<br/><br/>As soon as the words passed through her brain she watched as a girl went to try and open the front door. She couldn't help but speak up. "Don't you ever watch horror movies? That's to obvious!" She shook her head and began to look around some more using horror movies as her guide lines. "One thing is for certain we shouldn't split up, and perhaps grab something that we could use as a weapon never know what could come at you in a place like this. Then another thought hit her,<span style="font-style: italic">"How in the world am I acting so calm!"</span>She thought. Her eyes growing wide, her pulse began to rise and paranoia began to eat away at her. Thoughts of her life flashed about in her minds eye, mostly images of her dog and how he must be freaking out without her. Then she tried to think about what she was doing, and she couldn't remember a thing. Nervously she bit down on a nail a little too hard and began to bleed. Brandy hadn't even realized she had been biting her nails. "Fuck!" She yelled out while whipping her hand about in a furious fluster.<br/><br/>She looked about the room at everyone else while sucking the blood away and asked, "Anyone remember anything from before waking up? Like recently, not childhood stuff. Or how we got here?" she asked while also gazing at the odd words along the top of the arch way.<br/><br/>She heard the idle responses from people about their phones and forgot to check her own. Quickly she pulled her flat, black Samsung conquer from its snug resting place in her back right pocket. The time was all glitched and she had no signal, her battery's life shone half full and knew it wouldn't last long in a place as cold as this. "I have no signal and my clock is glitched out. Does anyone know what that says up along the arch way?" She said trying to figure out as much as she possibly could about the current room they all were in.