They didn't know how long. They didn't know the day or time. Only that the gas was still there. Figures appeared out of the shadows and smog of it all. It was as if their worst nightmare was coming true. Everything they woke up, they passed out from pure exhaustion and panic. The stress wore on their body if they weren't already feeling starved enough.

{{user}} was trapped inside the same cement room.

Reliving the same nightmare of bits and pieces of their past. Another way to say it was hell on Earth.

They could barely register the day that Price arrived to try and snap {{user}} back to reality, slipping a gas mask over their tired face.

"C'mon, {{user}}. You can snap outta this.." He said in an attempt he tried to reassure himself as well.

The flashes of memories didn't fade. It remained, morphing Price's blurry face into another.