Chapter 1:
The room was pitch-black.
Inside and in the distance, the sound of little feet crawling along the floorboards could be heard. A rat.
Outside, the murmurs and faint yells of men and women seemingly fighting could be heard. Gunshots.
Suddenly, a bullet from one of the guns outdoors collided with the wall of the warehouse. The hole it created allowed a small patch of light from outside to glow amongst the room.
However, the light revealed a figure lying unconscious amongst the floor.
It was a male. He was clothed in what appeared to be brown and black attire, his hair was dark-brown.
Drool from the crack of his lips had caught hold of the floorboard below his cheek. His chest slowly moved in and out, showcasing that he was still alive.
Along the floor beside him lied debris from the ceiling; seemingly created from the war going on outside.
A faint sound of a trigger pull back and a bullet flying came from outside, followed almost immediately by the sound of a man's cries of pain. And immediately after that, more gunfire began to ignite from one-side of the battlefield. Slowly coming in from the other side, gunfire began to erupt as well.
Every so often, it seemed, somebody would be caught by a bullet.
Yet another person's life flashed, as a cry was heard. Following it came a shower of bullets embarking the warehouse wall, where even more light from outdoors found it's way inside.
A heavy aircraft came zooming overhead, as the gunfire then continued. Shots, reloading, shots, hit, shots, explosion.
Although, this explosion hit near the warehouse. The sound of debris from the warehouse itself could be heard colliding with the ground outdoors, as the man previously unconscious found himself awoken by the explosion's blast.
Out of fear, he leapt to his feet and ran away. Whereas more showers of bullets began to collide with the wall. The man tripped over his own shoelace near the doorway. On his coat, the name read: "HARRIS".
The man's name was Harris.
Leaping instantly back up to his feet, Harris came running through the doorway, where he then found himself in another room.
This room, however, was once again pitch-black. Cloaked in darkness.