In A Few Worlds

Chapter 1

"Wha? Wh - Where am I?" I mumbled. I look around. My vision is blurry, my head hurts, and I'm barely able to process where and who I am. All around me are leaning, windowless, crumbling buildings. The sky is gray, and I don't see anyone here. "My name is... Ray. I'm... I think I'm thirteen." I say to myself. Since my vision is clearing up but the headache is not, I take a better look around from where I'm sitting. I notice a newspaper fly by and grab it to see what happened. It read "CRISIS! Deadly virus spreading rapidly! If you get this virus you will not live! You will get zombie-like symptoms if you are infected! Evacuate immediately! "Wait, did he just say 'zombies?!'" I say, losing my fearlessness. I get up, my headache beginning to retreat. Besides me is a medium sized dagger, a few food items, some medical supplies, and an empty backpack. I loaded the pack with the items and put it on. I took a step. CRUNCH! "AGH!" I shouted. I then looked down and realized the pain's source. I was standing on a mound of huge glass shards and rubble. I walked down, this time watching my step. I made it down, then turned around a corner. The next thing I knew I was a cloth bag over my whole body and a hand over my mouth! I fought as hard as I could but I could feel myself slowly... slipping... away...

I woke tied to a chair. "Huh?! Where am I?!" I said. "QUIET, SCAV!" Said a voice that sounded oddly like a 7th grader, like myself. I was guessing "Scav" meant scavenger. I decided to keep quiet as the boy said. As I waited for the boy to do something, I surveyed the room. It was pretty dark, the only source of light coming from a small window. There was a workbench on one side, which was where the boy was. There were shelves on my left holding food, jugs of water, and... My backpack! The boy came over. "Who are ya?" He said. "My name is Ray and I'm thirteen years old." I replied. "And how'd ya get here, from where?" He asked. "I don't know. All I can remember is my name and age. Did you see what happened?" I answered and asked. "It was weird." He said. "There was this swirly hole, and it kept changing colors. After a while, it spat you out. So your guess of where you came from is as good as anyone's."
"What do you want with me?" I asked. "I was going to kill you, but since you have no idea who you are, I'll let you join me." He responded. I was really relieved.