Personal Narrative: The Surgical Room

I woke up surrounded by people I didn't know. I had no recollection of any past events. I was laying in a bed in some room. I was really sore, and I don’t know why. “He’s awake!” someone says. “Who are you guys?” I croak. “They all look at each other and start talking amongst themselves. I hear them whispering things, but I can't make out what they are saying. I try to move, but all my muscles are so sore, so I give up and just lie there, waiting for an explanation of what’s going on. I survey the room for the first time since I woke up and realize it looks like a surgical room. I look over myself to see if I can figure out what happened. I see nothing, no scratches, bruises or anything that would signal any serious injuries.
“Nothing at all, what’s going on?” I ask in despair.
I really can’t remember a thing and I’m starting to panic. I look around at the people surrounding me and look for answers, but they say nothing. “He’s ready.”
All of the sudden I'm jerked off of the table I’m laying on and thrown into an elevator. “Wait-” is all I can get out before I’m shot upwards.
As I’m ascending I try to remember anything, but the more I think the more my head hurts. Panic starts to rise in my chest like a wildfire, as the elevator slows to a stop apparently arriving at my destination. As the door opens, I am immediately bathed in sunlight and heat. As my eyes adjust to the sunlight, I look out and all I see is sand. The heat is almost unbearable. I walk out and am immediately tackled from behind. “Hey newbie.” he says with a smirk “Welcome to the