The boy woke with a start to a loud ringing. He sat up from the hard ground, headache pounding from crying himself to sleep again.
It had been about four weeks since he had arrived at this terrifying place. Crawling out of a strange box into an empty land. The scariest part wasn't the enormous stone walls that kept him a prisoner, but it was the emptiness. He had spent the better part of his first day searching in vain for somebody, anybody.
One week passed then another. With each passing day he felt more and more discouraged. So many questions and confusion clouded his mind in the day then fears and nightmares attacked him in his sleepless nights.
He had become accustomed to the box bringing him food once a week. The stone walls made horrible sounds as they opened and closed. He attempted to block out the bone chilling sounds that came from behind the walls. Today there was a new sound. A ringing, like an alarm.
"Someone is coming to save me!" He whispered aloud. He never talked any louder than a whisper. The fact that no one would answer, freaked him out.
He hurried to the box where the
sound was coming from. His excitement grew at the prospect of freedom and answers. Suddenly the box arrived. He cranned his neck to look inside.His face fell when he saw it was only another boy.
"At least it's another human being." He thought to himself.
The other boy stood and squinted in the light.
Finally he spoke, "Are you going to help me out of this thing or what?"
The first boy was taken back by surprise. He hadn't heard another voice in- weeks? Months? Now that he thought about it, when had he talked to another person? Surely he had a home, a family somewhere. Another question to add to the never ending list.
"I'm not getting any younger down here." The boy said.
"Oh sorry." He helped pull the new boy out of the box. He stood and looked around the place.
"What is-"
"Don't know."
"Where are-"
"Don't know."
"Why are-"
"Don't know. "
The new boy frowned. "Is there anything you do know?"
"I'm Alby."
The new boy smiled, "Good enough for now. I'm Minho."
A/N
This part has nothing to do with this Fan fiction but it was really good and I didn't want to delete it. I had written this part before I finished all my research, so it has some mistakes. The next chapter is the real introduction.
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