You woke up in a cold cement bunker with a tall dread head standing over you (Reeve), another male with blonde hair stood in a corner (Skeet), checking the room out. The dread head spoke in a nervous manner.

“Who… who exactly are you..? And how did we get here…?”

He seemed pretty calm, he pushed his dreads back and then stared down at his hands. His face had a slightly confused expression painted onto it.