PostalRoo 2012

There is an alternative version which is flipped, but this one was the community favorite. I guess I can see why now...

Original Post:
Hours later, Mark awakens in a cold, unfamiliar environment. The last memories of his consciousness were nightmarish, at best. As he looks around, he finds himself in another nightmare, only this felt more real than the last one.

People in large, rubber hazmat suits look down at him as he lies naked on the clean tile floor. He slowly drags about, confused and almost scared, dazed by the blinding white florescence beaming over him.

Through unfamiliar sensations and disproportion of his own body, he kicks and claws along the tiled floor, unable to stand up. The hazmats quickly rush to his side and try to help him as he silently panics. They pull him up and help him stand, telling him to stand on his tip-toes or else it wouldn't work.

He looked down instinctively, still in a confused daze. His vision is hazy as he's introduced to the aftermath. Mark looks down at his toes, only to find his attention brought to his hands. Suddenly, he blurts out his first word...

"Bwuh...?"