You’re sleepy. You open your eyes, and the blinding light coming from behind the huge warehouse windows forces you to close them again. Warehouse? You crack open your eyes a bit more and look around, lazily taking in the scene. It doesn’t register immediately.
You look down…and then your brain begins responding. You see a masked man, reading a watch you can’t even see. Beside him is a MAC10, though you aren’t able to identify it from this distance. Near him is a dangerous-looking man pacing impatiently, reading a schedule. Your adrenaline begins pumping excessively when you realize you’re clinging to a hook twenty feet off the ground.
You feel drugged. Everything more than an inch away from your face seems blurry. Your muscular strength has returned only slightly after the brief scare you had a moment ago. It occurs to you that the men look dangerous. They haven’t spotted you yet. You begin feeling like being a hero. The nearest one is distracted, though he carries a rifle; you can probably take him if you get the jump on him. Better make it quick, because in a moment he’ll be out of jumping distance.
Just before you attempt to rise, a small tinge of pain shoots through your right calf, dulled by whatever is keeping you this way. You look down and your eyes snap open as much as they can at the sight: there’s a wrench sticking of your calf. Instead of wondering how to treat it, you think it may be useful as a weapon.
What do you do? Jump the nearest man? Throw the wrench at him? Continue holding on and wait? Jump down, sing a folk song, and then clobber both of them while they’re stunned? Write in?