Slowly I came to consciousness, telling the room to stop spinning. I was in a concrete room with no windows, sitting in a metal chair at a metal table. I stand up and walk around, hoping to find some dint in the wall or an indication of an exit. I make note of the fact that I was not restrained in any way, just my neck was hurting a little bit. This either meant that I wasn't being held as a prisoner, or I wasn't seen as a threat. I hope it was the first option, because I felt in need of some threatening.
*I have forgotten about this absolute atrocity of a story for two whole years. I have returned, cringing at every sentence and wishing that I could throw my laptop off a cliff. I have decided to continue the story, which will be an obvious change as I have actually got common sense now. I apologise for writing this shit. COVID me had some serious issues. I refuse to read any more than I have to and am hoping I pick up the story well.*
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Queen of The Maze
AdventureIn the year 2064, the world was struck by a deadly virus called The Flare. A company called WCKD (world crisis killzone department) developed a program recruiting the younger generations to find a cure. In the year 2069, WCKD is exposed. And they do...
