The floor was firm and cold, the feeling had reminded them of a hospital examination table. Thoughts of pain, needles and death filled their minds. Then the smell swirled into their nostrils - urine and blood; it was if someone had emptied their diseased bladder here.
Jack was the first to awaken, lifting himself with both hands, turning and then, as he got on his knees, he stood among the bodies. He counted. "One, Two, Three . . ." his voice trailed off and when he turned around there was lovely tanned girl staring at him.
It had scared him; perhaps anything at the moment would have jolted him. "Hmph," he sucked in lots of air and his arms reached for his heart, clutching. She smiled back.
"Name's Mendy," her arm was stretched out in front of her. "What's yours?"
He was amazed that the first question he had heard was about who he was and not about where they were. "Jack, Jack Barrera," he then quickly shifted the question to something more important - Prioritize Jack he thought