Waking up

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"-HIT MICHAEL WAKE UP!" I hear a girl screaming.
Wait... what? My name isn't Michael.
I open my eyes to see a girl with short hair shaking me awake.

"My name...uh isn't Michael," I say, looking her up and down.
Her hair was short, it was red, darker on the top, almost like black roots, then came down to a saturated red. She had a black slip-on dress, with a small window close to her neck- I always wondered if things like that are comfortable for girls to wear. Along with a purple bracelet on her left wrist.

"What?" She questioned.

"Ah...Uhm, I'm Jay." I answered.

"Oh...wait- then where's Michael-?!"

"I- who is-" I cut myself off, she seemed shaken up already I didn't want to mix things up, I don't like stressing people out. Plus the details weren't any of my business.

"Uhm...I don't know..." I said as I looked around the room.

It was cement, the floor, ceiling, everything. It wasn't the cleanest either, but I could handle it. There also seemed to be a huge gap between us and the door out.

I stood up to inspect the gap further,
It went all the way across the room, wall to wall,
And it was super deep too, so deep I couldn't even see the bottom.

"Hmm..."

"Something wrong-?" The redhead turned to me. I was a bit startled having forgotten she was there.

"Uhm..kinda just that I don't know how we're going to get out of here I suppose."

"Yeah, I think it's that door over there or something,"

"Hmm," I looked down at myself,

"Ah-! Where'd I get these clothes?!" I was surprised because last I remember I was in my white tee and some shorts...
SH*T
Where's Kiara-? Did she get out of the apartment in time? dammit...

"Yeah...I don't know about mine either," she replied snapping me out of my panic.

I felt my head and found my goggles strapped onto my head, thank God I hadn't lost those.

I checked the pockets of the hoodie I had on it had a cyan stripe down the center of the sleeve, and the hood itself was pretty big. There was a long sleeve underneath the hoodie, too.

"Ah- nothing..."

"Eh? What do you mean?" she looked at me

"My uh...pockets are empty"

"Oh..." she walked over to the pit in front of us and looked down

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