White... all he saw was white... unaware of his position, location, and state of mind, three words were spoken as if it were a question.

                                                      "Where am I?"

This triggered a sires of events, mainly in his person. His position: laying on his back atop a cold hard surface. Location: nowhere, a place unknown to all... even the writer doesn't know either. State of mind: a big fucking mystery, but another thing happened... he opened his eyes. Everything was still white, but something was greatly off. 

There were three forms of color, blurry and out of place. Squash and stretch, twist and contort, even making a light humming noise, one that would be considered a white noise. 

Eventually, his vision cleared, getting sharper by the second. These blurs turned into humanoid figures, looking down upon his with confused and curious looks. One figure, a green one, opened it's monster like mouth. It spoke in static as if it was a speaker with feedback problems.

He shot back and ran, a natural instinct to many. Soon, he's running through a vast white plain without a structure in sight. Adrenaline eventually kicked in, giving a boost of speed. Running and running without an end in sight. He was going... then black...

                                                   ...Pain followed with him.