Not finished yet!

I finally find myself, as my eyes pull open I see the dust particles slowly flutter around me. Where am I? I slowly pick myself up off the cold, wooden floor to inspect my surroundings. Everything aches; my arms, legs, head. Is anyone here? Cautiously, I attempt to walk, the dusty floor creaks. I freeze; too scared to move. The tightness of the room, starts to make me feel nauseous. I crane my neck, desperate to hear something, anything. Silence. I attempt to move again; my weak legs quiver beneath me and give way. The loud thud makes my head groan. If anyone is here, they have heard me now.