THIS STORY IS UNFINISHED

The lights hit my eyes hard. I didn't know where i am, or what had happened, All i knew where two things, My eyes hurt, and my foot hurts. I sat up, it hurt. I looked at my right foot, it was bloody. It had bits of flesh falling off, as if it had been decaying, but the flesh looked healthy, except for the part of it falling. all around me was sand. Dunes and dunes of sand.

"well, your finally awake" said a figure. She was standing in front of me. She wore an orange uniform, and had a logo on it. There was a badge that says D-93204.
" Don't give me that Skyrim crap" I mutter.
I try to stand up but I fall over almost immediately as my foot gives way.
"HOLY MOTHER OF FAHHH!" I shout loudly."
"why not scream louder" shouts the woman. I give her a glare, before she looks away.
I lye down again, on the warm sand. I stare into the blank sky, The sun isn't in my view, so i am spared of its blinding light. I don't remember much. I remember i was at the foundation, and there was an explosion, But there was no more
"It was me," says the woman "i got you out"
"your not real! your just part of my schizophrenia!"
"Ok then, I was going to offer some bandages, but…"
"just give it to me" i snapped. The woman shrugged before throwing a red box at me, There was a white cross on it. It was perfectly new, Not a scratch anywhere, unlike my leg of course.
I wrapped the bandages around my foot. It no longer hurt as much as it was hidden from the sun. In a matter of seconds though, The bandages were stained red
"Well shit" i shout out
"Give me a D!" shouts the woman "Give me a E, Give me a E,P,S," Give me a H, give me a I, give me a T, You know what that spells" She stares at me, waiting for me to say something
"come on spoilsport," she says
"Deep shit, It spells deep shit"
"cause that's what were in!"
"just let me sleep dammit"
"On the sand? that boring, How about you come over here into the tent"
I look next to her. A small tent with a bed and a cool box are inside. There are a few bottles of beer in it, I cant read which brands.
"how do you keep doing that"
"You already know," says the woman. She pulls out a document from the air "It says here that D-93204 is an SCP. D-93204 is a 26 male schizophrenic man that can make some of his vision a reality." She puts the sheet away and looks at me again.