He sat patiently. For what he wasn't sure but it felt better than turning to panic. He waited for a sign or a clue to what he was meant to do. Where he was. Why?
Questions ran through his head like a race and he himself could form answers to none.
"Where am I?"
I don't know.
"Who am I?"
I don't know.
"What is this?"
I don't know.
The swirl of questions caused his head to pound against his skull. Slowly hunger began to appear and he began to wonder how much time had passed aince he first awoke; how much time will pass before he finally gets some answers.
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The Seven
Teen FictionSeven strangers awake to find they all have no memories and thw world has reverted to a wasteland. Now they must band together to not only survive the uninhabitable conditions of their new home but also in the hopes of finding the truth behind their...
