Name: "Eric," he half-grinned
Age: "Well.... Everyone guesses about 17."
Gender: "Male. Duh."
Species: "Human."
Likes: "Well... I figured out that the Garden isn't too bad. Or the food." He shrugged
Dislikes: "Grievers... Those bloody things..."
Personality: "Wise, leader-like, smart."
Other: "I've been in the bloody Glade for two years..."
Story Beginning:
Your eyes snapped open and you looked around. All you saw was darkness.
Below you, the floor was hard and obviously metal. Steady whirs sounded around you. You realized you were in a small, metal box.
You blinked a few times, trying to remember why you were here. Nothing.
You realized you couldn't remember anything at all.
After a bit, the box stopped. There was creaking before the roof started moving, casting a little bit of light.
Fingers were stuck in the crack before it was pulled wider, letting in bright light.
Two boys peeked at you. One was had blonde hair, the other brown.
You...
