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It's been over two years since the girl woke up in the Box. In those years, a lot has changed.
Her, for example. She was about 19 years old now.
Or at least that is what she likes to think.
Months passed, and the glade saw the arrival of more kids, each emerging from the cage with a mix of confusion and uncertainty. The girl, found herself surrounded by new faces, each with their own stories and questions.
One of the newcomers was Alby, a leader figure who took charge in organizing the group and maintaining a semblance of order. The days were marked by a shared struggle for survival, and the challenges they faced brought them closer together. They formed a silent bond, forged through unspoken understanding and the uncharted territory of their predicament.
The memories of the 'rebellion' lingered among them, a shared history that they chose not to discuss openly. The pain and challenges of those times were etched into their consciousness, serving as a silent warning to the newcomers. The Name Wall became a tangible reminder of the need for unity and resilience, a defense against the shadows of their shared past. Every single kid engraved their name there to remember. That they are in this together.
The last kids that came up was Chuck. He is a sweet kid. The brunette girl thought of him when they first met. Peed himself the first thing, which a lot of others wouldn't allow him to forget and threw up on Gally. That um.... Yeah, he fitted right in. Today marks months since Chucks arrival, meaning it's time for the cage to come up with a new supplies and a new kid.
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"Where do you want this Boss Lady." said Dave one of the Builders as he pointed to the poll that Alby asked the Builders to make.
"Take it over to Newt, he knows what to do with it. Thanks." the brunette said to him with a small smile, expressing her gratefulness for his work. "And, how many times do I have to tell you not to call me that." she continued.
Alby is the elected 'leader" of the glade but for some reason everybody calls her some version of 'boss'.
"As long as it takes you to admit you are the boss." he replied with a cheeky smile. "You know we respect Alby, no question to that, but we also respect you... Boss." Dave continued with a more serious tone in his voice, wanting the girl to know, and finally accept, what they all thought of her.
"Sure." the brunette replied with a roll of her eyes. "Now, go. Newt has been actually waiting for that poll. You get some bonus points in, if you bring it to him today."
"Sure thing.... Boss Lady." Dave had a cheeky smile on his face as he practically run away from the girl that was just shaking her head at his cheekiness.
It's not that she didn't apricate the respect from other gliders, but she liked being more low-key. The weight of leadership, once on her shoulders, now belonged to Alby, and she appreciated the chance to step back from the forefront. She looked around the glade, over the people going around their chores. Closing her eyes, the girl allowed the breeze to caress her face, transporting her back to the initial days of uncertainty. The nostalgia of that time resonated with her, a reminder of the growth, resilience, and camaraderie that had defined their existence in the glade, but when she felt the breeze touch her cheeks she was back to day one.
When she had no idea where she was and what was hidden behind the walls.
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It was second day of her being in the glade on her own. She woke up under one of the trees on the dirty ground. Realizing yesterday was not a dream, but that she was in fact stuck in the wast courtyard. She just layed there for a while on her side, looking at the place, when she heard mechanical sound.
At first, she thought it was the Box. But before she could start her way over, part of the wall started to open. The mechanical sounds ceased, and a heavy silence settled over the courtyard.
Escape.
The word lingered in the air, carried by the breeze that rustled the leaves above her. The girl felt a strange mix of emotions—hope, fear, curiosity—all swirling within her like a storm. The opened gate beckoned, promising the possibility of freedom, yet the vast unknown beyond it instilled a sense of trepidation.
But.... nothing happened. The gate just stayed open. And with that the feeling of utter hopelessness camecrashing in like a tsunami wave.
The girl stayed standing there staring at the opened gate the wind flowing through her hair and whispering to her ear a single word...
...Allie
The girl furrowed her brow, trying to make sense of the whispered name that seemed to echo within the courtyard.
"Allie...?" she murmured to herself, testing the sound of it on her lips. The name held a peculiar resonance, as if it held significance beyond her understanding. The wind, now a gentle breeze, continued to play with her hair, almost comforting in its touch.
With a lingering sense of curiosity, the girl decided to stay in the glade, drawn by the enigmatic connection to the name "Allie." Perhaps there was more to discover within the confines of the courtyard—hidden memories, forgotten connections, or a purpose that eluded her.
The open gate remained a tempting portal to the unknown, but the girl chose to embrace the mystery within the familiar walls. With a deep breath, she closed her eyes and let the wind caress her face, as if seeking guidance from the whispers that lingered in the air. The courtyard, with its cracked stone floor and ivy-covered walls, held the key to unraveling the secrets tied to the name "Allie," and the girl was determined to explore the depths of the glade's mysteries.
