Excerpts, not done and not necessarily good!

He woke up. Lying facedown - prostrate on the concrete floor slowing coming to his senses. The room surrounding him looked like a hodgepodge of dust and wet, as if an untouched musty attic had recently been flooded. It was about the size of a 3 car garage, that probably being the best description because it appeared to be just that. Groaning in pain, the type of pain that comes from keeping sore muscles in the same position for too long, he rolled onto his back. What — is this?

His eyes followed the ceiling above him as far as his vision would allow without turning his head. There was only one light, a compact fluorescent bulb hanging motionless almost directly above him. Closing his eyes he breathed in deeply, then coughed. The room smelled of mold and gasoline, again as if something untouched for years had recently been disturbed. Forcing his aching body to a sitting position he looked around taking it in dimly. Appearing to be sitting in what was the middle of the room, there was shape that resembled a covered car to the left, and piles of boxes to his right. Shelves on the walls seemed mostly empty, with the exception of nondescript shapes here and there. He sat there for some time, just looking. The room seemed to him warm, and though he was sitting in a shallow puddle he was not chilled. Pondering all of this, he noticed the first truly odd thing about the room. By his best judgement this was in fact a simple garage, but where the doors should have been to let cars in and out there were cinderblocks. After taking this oddity in was when he realized that these cinderblocks appeared to be in better condition that the rest of the walls - the previous opening had been walled shut. Up until now the feelings he’d been experiencing were at worst confusion, but now was the drop of fear. Hello? 

He called out several times, but there wasn’t even an echo for a response. Weakly, he began to bring himself to stand. The moment his weight began to rest on his feet though, the bulb winked out to reveal inky blackness. Panicking the momentum previously planned on being used to stand up was not corrected, and he toppled foreword striking his head and losing consciousness. 

With no sun to tell the passing of time, he had no indication of how long he had lain there. This time upon gaining consciousness his eyes flew open for when the last recognizable emotion one has is panic, there is a remnant of it when waking. He was lying as he was before, with his head cocked to the right. The first image his fear-filled eyes registered was the car, covered in cloth and dust. Flicking his eyes around the room, the harsh shadows created by the single bulb where moving. With a cry he rolled over, and the solitary light was swinging on it’s wire back and forth, not making a sound. WHERE AM I? WHO — please — What is this place?

With no response his breaths began to shorten. Cautiously he sat up. Eyes darting around the room he noticed for the first time a camera in each corner, each with a steady red blinking LED.