The Man With No Left Eye

This is a story I started writing on my ipod. It's still in the makings but here's a sneak peek!

The man with no left eye

The wall blew open. Heat covered my face. Men poured in. Guns. Explosions. Death. Darkness.
I'm awake. White walls. A man. A familiar man. He has no left eye. Darkness.
I'm awake again. Scientists. I count 5. That familiar man. They're coming toward me! I try to scream but I can't. They're smiling. I scream! They're on me. Darkness. Nothing.

 My name is Charles L. Stevens. My friends call me Charlie. I work as an accountant at the office of worldwide insurance.
"Charles!" My angry boss yelled. "Yes sir" I called. "You call this work! There's nothing here worth saving!" I sighed quietly. He was looking at my reports. "Sir, please. I was very tired when I did this." "You think that's a good excuse?!" He fumed. "No sir, it's not." I said. He looked at me with a mix of sadness and anger. "Listen. Your work here lately hasn't been the best, and, well, I'm gonna have to let you go." "Sir? Ummmm alright." I said quietly.