Captured (W.E. 22)

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"The wink, or the blink, seemed to bring the room into clearer focus for the monk." (A Canticle for Leibowitz by Walter M. Miller Jr.)

Captured

He lay on the cold hard concrete floor and surveyed his surroundings. The first thing he noticed as his eyes adjusted was how dark it was in this room.  Above him he could see rafters covered in webbing, probably from cob web spiders. Next, he noticed the stairs, they too were made of concrete, and no railing led up with them.  The third step from the bottom had cracks throughout it, as if it were going to collapse.  There were 7 steps in all.  At the top of the steps was a normal door, minus the 5 randomly scattered bullet holes.

His eyes wandered to the walls.  They were unfinished and also contained cob webs.  To his left near the floor was an outlet.  Behind him was a window that was too dirty to see through.

His head throbbed like he'd been previously knocked out, and perhaps he had been, he didn't know.  He didn't know where he was or how he'd got there, but something told him he was in a load of trouble...