Chapter 1- Backstory

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Taylor P.O.V

I was jolted awake, waking up with a sudden sound as the dark room that I woke up began to descend upwards. I couldn't see anything it was pitch black. I tried to see through the darkness but my eyes just couldn't adjust. I fell back onto a pile of boxes with the words W.I.C.K.D inscribed on them. Where was I? Surely people would come looking for me? Wait.. why can't I remember anything? I felt a wave of sickness overwhelm me and I bent over throwing up blood, it seeped through the floor, that's when I realised it wasn't a room. I was in a cage. A dark metal cage. What had I done?

"Ugh come on...uh." I was beginning to lecture myself, when I realised. I couldn't remember my name, what the hell? I couldn't remember anything., "Fuck."

It must have been about half an hour later that the box came to a sudden halt. A sudden wave of sunlight hit my face. I took a moment to soak it up in my pores. I then hoisted myself up, and I was met with thousands of blades of grass. I was in a blank field apart from a large building and a small hut that I assumed were the showers and bathrooms. As I made my way into the large building, I noticed that I hadn't bumped into another soul. Was I the only one here? I pushed open the large wooden door only to be faced by roes of benches and a table. I walked past then and made my way upstairs. There were about 30-odd rooms that were filled with hammocks and each had about 4 in a room the last door was a massive room filled with multiple beds. It had shelves and metal chairs- it was like some kind of hospital.

I made my way out of the building and I figured that I should probably look at what was in the boxes that had been sent, there was food, water and some clothes enough to only last a couple of weeks though. Then I came across a note hidden on top of one of the boxes. It read.

"Welcome to the maze trials."

ONE MONTH LATER:

I was doing my newly-appointed daily routine when an ear-piercing alarm, filled the Glade, that's what I had decided to call it since there wasn't particularly any name that i was aware of. Besides it was fitting seeing as it was a large open area. I had also gotten so bored one day that I had come up with my open language and that. Most of it was just 'shuck' but it worked.

I ran over you where the sound had come from and looked down to see the box that I had come in, maybe it had some more supplies, which was good since I was running out. I began to unlock the doors to the box and flipped them over, revealing what was inside. A dark-skinned bald man was looking over at me, his body was crouched in the corner and a scared look was plastered on his face. Around him was covered with boxes and and crates of food and water.
"Who are you?" He asked, noticing that I was staring at him. This was the first human interaction I had had with somebody else since I could remember.
"The names Taylor, who are you?" I replied.
"I'm...I'm... I don't know. Why can't I remember?" He spoke,his voice raising.
"Don't worry about it. I'm guessing it's normal since the same thing happened to me, I had remembered my name a few days after. Why don't you hop out so I can show you around?" I spoke with pride in my voice.

The next few hours was mainly just me explaining the language and showing him the rooms and things that I had built. I didn't know much but it seemed to ease him, knowing at least a little more.
"What's that?" He asked pointing to the big stone walls that were surrounding us.
"I'm not exactly sure. They aren't just walls, they are more like doors. They have a pattern, they open and 5am and then close at 10pm." I replied.
"Well what's in there?" The boy questioned.
"I don't know, I haven't been. Since I was the only one here I was scared to go in. But maybe after you they might send another one up, then after we start getting numbers, we can go and explore." I started getting hopeful that we might get some answers. I didn't know what to call him, it was kind of awkward just saying 'you' all the time so I gave him a nickname, 'greenie' until he remembered his.
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A/N- hi guys this is the first chapter I really hope you like it.

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