His eyes open slowly; his hands reached up and rubbed out the blurriness. Last thing he remembered was being out in the wilderness but now he was in a cold dark room. Had he died in the crash and the forest was his last vision of life. He was laying on a stone or metal slab of some kind naked. He looked around the small cubed room and saw a pile of neatly folded clothing on the floor.

Malick slowly sat up and turn to let his legs hand over the edge of the metal slab bed. He looked down at his legs the one he remembered injuring seemed just about fully healed. How long had he been out or was this purgatory maybe even worse hell. He hoped off the slab and winced at the pain in his legs it was healing but still hurt. He began to limp as he walked over to the folded pile of clothing.

The clothing was just dark blue medical scrubs nothing spectacular. He slowly got dressed having a hard time putting on his pants when he had to put more weight on his injured leg. He then limped over to the door and peered into the empty hall way threw the small window on the door. He limped out into the hallway where he could hear people’s feet shuffling further down and around the corner. He made his way there where he saw a bunch of people most just walking by him ignoring him as if he wasn't even there.

He continued to move forward though not exactly sure where he was going. He saw doors at the end of the hall that seemed to lead to the out doors what ever was beyond them he didn't know. Maybe the infernos of hell or maybe it would wake him from his strange dream. He had just made it to the door when heard foot steps behind him and a voice calling for him to stop. Malick turned to face the person he had never seen before in his life with a confused look.

"Where am I? How did I get here?"