Charlie jerked up into a sitting position, naturally a bit startled. Well, startled is an understatement. He was awestruck, trying to remember... anything. He let himself fall back onto the cold stone floor, running his hand through his hair. "Who... where am I?" He said aloud to himself. His memories began flooding back, the racing, the hospital- the accident. Charlie looked down at his hand, or rather, his lack of such. 

Charlie choked back the slight nauseated feeling he got, as he looked back at it. he never really had a chance to come to terms with the fact that a major part of his life was gone. He sighed, staying down for a minute, allowing himself to catch his breath. After taking a minute to himself, to rest, he got up, and looked around the room. He had been awoken by rather annoying alarms, and was a bit put off that they were still going on. 

Sighing, he stepped over to the metal blast door that was feebly trying to seal him in. The mechanisms in the shiny door whirred, as it slowly opened and closed. The door was almost ripped off of the wall, hanging loosely, but still blocking any easy escape. Disgruntled, he looked into the shiny metal surface. The door was surprisingly reflective, and allowed him to see himself, check the damage.

At first glance, he seemed alright. He was wearing his white t-shirt, and usual cargo pants. His beard was a bit larger than he usually kept it trimmed, but not crazily large. However, peering closer, he noticed the intricate lining of his tattoo. He was a bit startled. "Where did that come from?" He asked himself. He looked closer, discovering that it spiraled up his arm, and onto his torso. He gave a disheartened grunt, he hated the culture of tattoos. 

Charlie cracked his knuckles, wasting no more time. He reached for a gap in the door, and began to pull as hard as he could, attempting to pry the steel away. It was to no avail. As he shifted his hand to obtain a better grip, he let out a quick sharp breath, as he cut his one good hand on a jagged piece of metal. He stepped back, clutching his wrist, before he began to put pressure on the cut. However, he was unable to stem the flow before a great deal scattered across the floor.

"Oh god, please don't give me tetanus." He said out loud, almost in a panicked voice. In the heat of the moment, he didn't notice the faint glow in his tattoo, or his blood. As he let go of his wrist, he looked down at his other missing hand. It had a strange tingling sensation, and he began to gain more feeling in it than the phantom pains that he usually got. Suddenly he noticed it. The large glowing hand was rather prominent, spreading it's warm yellow glow through the small room.

He jumped back, raising his arms in defense. He was extremely surprised to see that the arm moved with him. 

"What... the... hell..." 

He said to himself, moving his hand around, flexing it. The glowing yellow hand mimicked his movements perfectly, other than it staying anchored in the ground. "I could get used to this..." He muttered, before flexing out his arm, making his new 'friend' grab a hold of the door. Charlie strained, pulling with all of his might, until the door finally gave way, and cracked off of the wall completely, slamming down into the hallway, with a lot of noise.

Now that that arduous task was out of the way, Charlie took this opportunity to step closer to the hand, and examine it. As he studied it, he subconciously let his actual arm slide down into a resting position at his side. Before Charlie could do anything about it, the hand flickered away. "No! Come back!" He said futilely. "Damn... he muttered, as it was quite obviously gone. He stepped out into the hall, ignoring the sharp pains shooting up his empty wrist. 

Charlie took in his surroundings rather quickly. Deciding that there was not immediate danger, he stepped up to the glowing placard on the wall, to get a better look. "This can't be right..." He said, reading the information. It was all correct, but he could not believe that this was actually happening. It had to be some kind of joke. Without any hesitation, he turned to the dim halls, calling out. "Hello? Is anyone here? Does anyone know what's going on?"