You felt the glaring brightness of a flashlight in your face, prompting you to groggily open your eyes - bound to a wooden chair in a seemingly abandoned clinic out in what you assumed was a wooded area.

"They're awake," Masky alerted the other two men on standby, chucking the flashlight onto a mouldy mattress to the side.

"No s-shit," Toby muttered with him looking at you through his orange tinted goggles. "Thanks for st-stating t-the ob-obvious."

Hoodie was holding up a camcorder.