You reach up and wipe drool away from your mouth as you look around the room trying to find your bearings. You are in a small room with lots of small pillows and fuzzy blankets in it. Nothing girly, not overly manly though. As your head keeps gazing around the room you notice that on one side of the room there are a lot of foodstuffs, cans and such, in boxes under some of the pillows. The only door you see is barred from this side. All the walls and doors are made from the same unknown wood, very dark chocolaty brown. You feel relieved as you realize you are in a safe room, a bunker of sorts.