The Glade Walker

Chapter 1

The sound of metal sliding against rock woke you up. The noise is a booming creaking noise that sounds like nails scraping on a chalkboard. You can't remember anything; your past, your parents, anything you could have had before. You can only remember your name: Shailene. Shailene slowly try to stand up, but the higher you go in the box, the more weighted you feel. Shailene falls down every time. Something is stirring to your left. Shailene crawls over to the crate where she saw it, and stairs straight in the eye with an animal. It snorts and grunts and has a terrifying expression on its face. Shailene jumps back as it kicks the front of the cage, sending out a loud squeal. Shailene holds onto the cage, or whatever this thing was that was taking her up, and began screaming. "Help! Help! Is anyone here? HELP!" Nothing responds except the forever carrying crate. Shailene falls onto the ground and curls into a ball. For another 5 minutes or so, the crate continued to lift. And then, it stops. A green flash of light turn on, and then its darkness. 'Great.' Shailene says to herself. Shaileneturn around in darkness, trying to find a light source. There is none. Suddenly, bright light is all around Shailene, and she covers her eyes with her hand. A thump lands next to her, and she takes her hand off her eyes to see a boy with messy blond hair with dirty clothes. "Its a girl." He says, confusion in his tone. "Well, get her out of there, Newt." A boy calls out. Newt, as you assume the boy's name is, reaches a hand out and says, "Welcome to the Glade. My name is Newt." Shailene looks around, stunned in silence, and then grabs the boy's hand. "Can you tell me your name?" Newt asks. "M- my name i-is Shailene."