The only movement she could muster at first was in her hands.  It took nearly all of her energy to simply twitch her fingers.  While her body remained paralyzed, her brain was slowly becoming more active and alert.  Eyes closed, she almost didn't want to open them; she wanted to continue sleeping and maybe when she woke up again, the searing pain emitting from the side of her head would have stopped by then.  Another twitch of the hand.  Her nails scratched the surface of the floor as she curled her fingers inward, another test to check her current capabilities of movement, and finally she opened her eyes.

Half of the world around her was in focus.  With a grunt of effort she dragged her arm closer to her face to rearrange the thick rimmed dark glasses she wore over her crystal blue eyes.  Everything was more or less clear, a streak of dirt smudging a part of her vision, but the effort to clean her glasses escaped her as she was more concerned about where was and how she had gotten there.  The more she tried to think about it, the foggier her mind became.  There was a nagging feeling in the back of her mind that she was missing something, but for the life of her she couldn't remember what.

It was a struggle to sit up, but she eventually managed.  There were other people like herself there scattered along the floor.  Some were bleeding, others were not.  Close to her was a pool of blood.  She could see where the person had fallen and clipped their head on the edge of the table, a flap of dry skin still stuck to the corner where they'd hit.  The woman gasped, covering her mouth at the sight.  She couldn't tell which of them were alive and which of them were not; she felt sick.  

As she scanned more of her surroundings, she noticed an abundance of technology that she had never seen before.  Red warning lights were flashing with the distorted sound of an alarm that had been going off for too long and was beginning to run out of power.  There were metal doors on either side of the room though where they led, she had no idea.  

The alarm not doing anything to help her headache, she lifted a hand to the spot on her head that was hurting.  Her blonde pony-tail had loosened and tangled, creating a knot that she would need to spend time to brush out later.  Pulling her hand away from the spot, she noticed her fingers were slick with blood of her own.  Face turning pale as she started to whimper, none of this made any sense.  She looked around the room helplessly as she started calling out for help to anyone that might have been around.