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Erica was lost. All she knew was that her mom dropped her off without saying goodbye at 2:03 a.m. at a strange place with other teenagers.

She was pulled into a line, which she had no idea what she was waiting for.

All she knew was that from the moment she had walked in everything and everyone was loud. They were in what looked like a dome made out of a very durable metal.

She was pulled aside by what looked to be the closest thing to an adult in this establishment. He quickly, without glancing anywhere but her hand, put a blue X on the top of it.

She opened her mouth to ask, but was pushed by guards standing next to him who she didn't even notice earlier. Into a sea of what appeared to be only teenagers.

She didn't know if this had to do with her score, or with the fact that she had missed city curfew more than once... Either way from the looks of the guards, it meant trouble.

Another person came up to her, a younger girl, the girl grabbed both of her hands and looked at the back of them. The girl mumbled something under breath that she didn't understand.

When the girl turned to walk away she realized that the girl had X's on not one but both of her hands. She was again cut off from her questions when the girl scurried off into the sea of teenagers.

Suddenly a microphone crackled loudly gaining the attention of the rambunctious sea of teenagers. She looked up to look for the source of the sound, another headache coming on, she looked to see a platform coming out of the side of the building.

On that platform there was a woman, she was dressed in all white with a tiny speck of a black microphone on her lapel.

She gently taps on the microphone again once the roaring attempts to start again. The loud sound makes the teenagers cover their ears in pain.

She looks unaffected as she opens her white painted lips to say something that would change everyone's life forever,"Greetings Survivors"...