Part 1

     The man awoke to a flashing light. Each time the light flashed his head pulsed, as though the light was tapped into his very mind. He sat up, turning away from the light. He looked around, not recognizing the dirty, white room. There was debris strewn across the floor, most of which looked to be sheets and medical equipment.

    "Where am I?" Rang out a voice in the eerie silence. It shocked him to realize the voice was his own. It sounded very different from his inner monologue.

    The man saw a clipboard attached to the bed he was in, and gathered it up. The clipboard had a small picture of him on it and beside that, a slew of information, most of it smudged. Along the top of the page read "Operation: Tycho - A317 MedBay" with a symbol of a planet to either side. The form had a space for his name, age, and gender, with all the answers mostly illegible. There was also an incident report, but that was also entirely unreadable. The only information that he gathered was that he was 26, and his name might have been Kevin, at least from the "Kevin" that was in the name bracket.

    Kevin tossed the clipboard aside and and reassessed the room. It was still littered with detritus, but upon closer inspection, he noticed there was a closed locker in the corner, unlocked, and unlike the other two lockers sitting next to it, entirely unmolested. 

    Upon opening the locker, Kevin found a medical uniform, and switched it out for the patients gown that he was wearing. As little as he remembered, he was almost positive that he shouldn't have his ass hanging out while he was trying to figure out where he was.

    The door leading out of the room was shut almost entirely, with just enough of a crack that he could peek through. The room beyond was dark, but he saw that off to the left there was a dim source of light. He stuck his fingers in the crack in the door and attempted to pry the sides apart. He strained for a moment, feeling no give, and gave up.

    Kevin searched the room again, looking for anything he could use to get out. The beds were too thick to use. The locker doors immovable. But there in the corner, opposite of the lockers he had raided, sat a case with an axe inside. The case said "In case of emergency, break glass." In his mind, emergency was a loose term that he would certainly have applied to his current situation.

    The glass made a satisfying sound as he smashed it with his elbow. He grabbed the fireman's axe and stuck the prybar end of the handle into the slot on the door. He forced the door as much he could, finally getting it to a point where he could squeeze between the sides. He pushed himself through, contorting his body to make it easier on himself. His shoulders almost got stuck and he had the terrifying thought that the door might slam shut, but he made it to the other side without incident.

    Backing away from the door, proud of himself, he tripped over something soft. He landed aon his ass, his tailbone crying out in pain, and he looked around for the obstacle that tripped him. Turning toward the wall he came face to face with a person. A person with half their skull exposed.