Response to Anonymous and whoever else is reading...

After looking around the room, trying to find something I could use for protection, I could only think of one thing. I unscrewed UV light bulb from its lamp base and cracked it on the steel bedside table. After about thirty minutes of deep breathing to calm down, I opened the door to see what was out there…
You wouldn’t believe this, but I must have been in some sort of shed. My door led to outside. The light was so bright compared to the dark room I was in. My eyes were in shock, the way they would be walking outside from a matinee showing of a movie in a theater. It was hot outside, about eighty degrees. I took off my sweatshirt, carried my cracked light bulb in my right hand, and walked into the oblivion. There was no one out there. It was a barren city, yet nothing like my home in New York City. On the streets there were a couple of strange hovers. The store fronts were all closed down, with metal bars drilled on top of their doors. There were no trees, and the sky was gray. The air was thick and humid.
I felt awkward and tense walking solely by myself on the streets of this unknown place. Every second I waited for something to jump out of somewhere. I was tempted to run back into my room and just write about what I saw, but I felt I should explore a bit more. I heard rustling nearby, and I walked towards the sound.

In an alleyway I found a stray cat rummaging for something to eat in a dumpster. She had a collar on, so I picked her up to see if she had an owner's information on its collar. Then, I threw away the light bulb so I wouldn't drop her. On it was a code, “F-8976532.” What a peculiar way of labeling an animal. It frightened me. It was as if she had a serial number. Did people have names in this world?
After I found the cat, I decided to go back to my room before anything could possibly happen. I walked back in my room, set down the cat, and here I am. I am going to try to sleep now, although I am scared. I want to go home…

Unknown Location

Hi. My name is Rebecca Bloom, and as of this morning, I have been lost. I woke up, and to my surprise, I was not where I fell asleep last night. Too scared to walk out of the room I found myself in, I logged onto the laptop next to the bed. Thankfully, I had a means of communication. For some reason though, this computer will not allow me to log onto any instant messaging sites. Of course, there was no phone in the room either. So, I locked the door, and decided to write on a blog site, in hopes of getting some advice as to what I should do in my situation.
I will begin by describing my surroundings. I’m in a room with a tall, ceiling with angles. There are no windows. My only source of light in a halogen lamp placed on a steel rectangular bedside table type thing. There is also a floor lamp made out of metal with a UV light bulb inside. How odd. Why would someone put a UV lamp in their room? The floor is freezing because it seems to be made of steel as well as everything else, including the walls. The place looks like a futuristic jail cell, only with a Tempurpedic mattress and pillow in it. At least it's somewhat comfortable in here. It is no wonder why I was able to sleep in a bed other than my own.
The laptop I am using is interesting in itself. It is black, and very small. So small, it is taking me much longer than it should to type this entry. The screen looks like it is only eight or nine inches wide. The keys are lit up when I type. On the back of the screen, “MW” is engraved. For now, I am distracting myself with these petty details, but I know I must do something. Please, if you are reading this give me a response. What should I do next?