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New Glader

Morgan's POV

It's been weeks since I arrived, a month now. I've been sitting by the box for a bit waiting for the supplies.

Finally I hear the noises of the box falling and speeding up. Looking through the metal doors, I see it coming closer and closer. I see the supplies and. . .something else. . .in the middle. The silhouette of a person. Fucking finally I thought. Another person, someone to talk to. Someone to hang out with. I backed up sitting down on the grass and waited.

The noises slowing down. The box was near. Standing up and walking over, I look down into it. I was right. . .I did see a silhouette.

I did see. . .a person.

As the box stopped I opened the metal doors. I squat down, taking a closer look at the person that lay on the metal bars in front of me.

From what I could see the person was a girl. A girl with medium brown hair, freckles scattered across her face. "H- Hey" I breathed. "Are you awake?" no response. Maybe that's what I was like before I woke up, knocked out cold. I wouldn't know.

Maybe if I used something I could use it to hit the bars and maybe just maybe, she'll wake up. So I'll do just that. I stood up from where I was and made my way over to the trees. I started going through them, looking for a thick one. One that wouldn't break easily. I bent down grabbing one of the pretty thick sticks and hit it on the tree. It didn't break straight away so I guess this would be the chosen one.

I made my way back over to the box. Gripping the stick firmly, I held it over my head. "Here goes nothing" I recited as I pull the stick down onto the metal bars. The loud sound it made echoed throughout the safe area possibly beyond. I look up and around where I could hear the echoing, "Wow. That was. . .loud" I breath giggling a bit.

Hearing a shuffle I snap my head around to the girl in the box. I study her for a moment, no movement. I go to turn around when I see movement in the corner of my eye. I snap my head around again, studying the girl for a second time. . .
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Gemma's POV

Waking up, I open my eyes taking in my surroundings. From where I'm facing I can see some sorts of box's and multiple metal bars. Shuffling a bit I'm hit with shivers from the piercing coldness of metal bars.

This whole box, possibly, was just metal bars. I snickered a bit, box's inside a bigger box.

I groan turning over, shielding my eyes from the bright sun.

"Where. . .am I?" I mumble.

"In a safe place, a square in a maze" a voice blurted.

I shot up. "Hello. . ." I trailed off.

"Up here" the voice answered.

I looked up to my left shielding my face from the sun. There in fact was a person crouched down at the edge of the box. Jumping down I back up in a swift motion to the other side of the box.

"No need to be scared! I won't hurt you. . .I'm a friend" they smiled holding out their hand. Grabbing it hesitantly they pulled me up. They made their way over to the area they had jumped down from, climbing back up.

"Before we can chat, and before you can see up here. You'll need to pass me those!" They grinned.

"What are in these box's?" I asked hesitantly picking up one of the many box's and walking over to them.

"They've just got supplies in them. Example are herbs and seeds. Things you'd need to survive. Things we need to survive" they explained taking the box and sitting it up next to them.