(Side-note: I'm back! Will continue to write for you guys.)
The man opened one puffy eye to look around, to look through the murky smoke filled haze he found himself in. Felt around and grabbed hold of something flat, taut-it was something he should have recognized, but could(more) not, would not. Found he couldn't open his other eye, he looked at the object he was grasping. Something finally clicked.
The man was trapped in a car slowly filling with smoke, he was latching on to a seatbelt. Still staring at the belt, at the inside of the car, staring down at the broken glass on his lap.
Only then did he notice the tongues of the flames back in the corner of his eye. Only then did he notice the intense heat pushing forward burning a carnage to his very door.
The fire closes in on the car, smoke pouring in, he hears the crackle the pop something explodes.
The next instant he's bathed in green light, arcs of electrical energy pulsing around him like entwined snakes. His vision goes white.
The man opens one eye, tests the other-it works too. He blinks to make sure and looks around, he's in a hallway and he's alone. Looks around looks at his own body, no scars, no burns. He could hav sworn he was in a burning wreckage. There's a door to his left he had not noticed before, a placard reading The Lounge is the only insignia. He walks over tests the knob, it's locked.
Just as he's about to turn to leave, the placard slides and eyes stare back at him. They look mean.
"You there! Doctor's waiting." The eyes growl.
The door opens with a shudder, it's pitch black. Maniacal laughter's heard in the corners, the door shuts. (less)