I woke up with my head pounding. 'Where am I?' I thought. I sat up from the soft, clean white sheets and scooted to the edge of the bed. I looked at my surroundings. The room was small, just enough for the bed, a monitor, and a TV to fit. The room was white and very clean with no specks of dust anywhere. The window let in a lot of light which hurt my head, so I slid the curtain to cover the window. I stood up but immediately fell as the room started moving.I grabbed on to the wall for support and fear clawed at my heart.
'What did they do to me?' I thought. I made my way to the door and opened it by leaning on it.
'My legs feel paralysed...' The place outside my room was a huge corridor with the same exact doors as my room. I felt a slam of claustrophobia as the corridor was slim, just enough for one door to open fully. The light above was flickering across the white, concrete walls. I shut my door, flinching as the sound of the door seemed too loud for the tranquilness of the place. I turned back and saw a plat card stuck on. It said,
Matt Rodrigo, the leader, 132
What? What did the numbers mean? Why does it say leader? Just then, a shrill sound of a fire alarm cut through the air. I blocked my ears as the ringing pierced my ears.
'What is this...?' I groaned. Then, every doors started to open with people rushing out.
'What...' Everyone was wearing the same crisp white shirt and long pants, their rooms exactly the same as mine. They were all looking around, shocked, and probably wondering the same thing as me.
"Where the hell am I?" One person yelled at the very back, her British accent piercing through the shrill siren. Everyone turned around to face her. She looked about my age, 17, and she had long wavy blond hair. Her eyes were the color of the sky and her lips were as red as a rose.
"Why the hell is everyone staring at me now?" She yelled again, crossing her thin arms. Her accent was familiar but I don't know how...
"WELCOME EVERYONE. BOYS AND GIRLS. WELCOME TO THE GAME. PLEASE FOLLOW THE ASSISTANT WHO WILL BE COMING SHORTLY. THANK YOU." I jumped at the sound. The voice was loud and replaced the weird siren. The voice sounded familiar... soothing and velvety.
'Like a host at a game show' I thought shivering at that thought. The people around me were now bickering and shifting uneasily side to side. The crowd of white shirts and pants blinded my eyes and hurt my head.
'I can't stay here any longer. I'm getting claustrophobic.' I pushed through the crowd to the light at the end of the corridor. I glanced at the plat card stuck on every other door.
122
100
065
043
032
021
Then I recognised a name written on one of the plat cards.
Jake Northwood, the hidden, 003
