chapter 01.

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[ chapter 01. sixty boys and three girls ]




DAWN

The first thing I became aware of was the darkness. Pitch black darkness. I blinked a few times trying to see something, but it was impossible. The world around me was a dark hole. What happened to me? Somehow I couldn't seem to remember anything.

A soft groan left my lips and I grabbed my head with both of my hands. Closing my eyes I tried to concentrate on my thoughts, but it was like staring into water. The few things that I remembered were a blurry mess, disappearing as soon as I tried to reach out to them.

Suddenly mechanic sounds echoed through the room and the ground started moving up.

Panic hit me like a tidal wave. 'Hey! Let me out!' I screamed, a numb feeling of fear pressing my chest. 'Help me!' My voice was hoarse and my throat dry, as if I hadn't spoken for days. I clenched my fist and hit the wall in a desperate attempt to escape. My fist connected with a solid iron wall and I hissed in pain but through the pain I realized how strange it was that I remembered what iron was when I didn't even remember my own name.

'Stop screaming, you're making my head hurt,' another hoarse voice spoke.

Startled, I turned around, trying to see something in the dark. 'Who are you?' I asked, wishing I didn't sound so scared.

The person shifted nervously. 'Lisa,' she answered after a long silence. 'I think,' she added, her voice shivering slightly. 'And you?' She returned the question.

A shaky breath escaped my lips. 'I-I can't remember,' I stuttered, feeling very stupid. A silence followed that was only broken by clicks and bangs as the ground beneath us still moved up. 'Where are we?' I asked to distract myself.

'No idea,' Lisa answered.

Rubbing my forehead I tried to pull myself together. I didn't know who I was but felt desperate to find out where I was. Slowly and carefully I started moving around. Feeling, smelling, searching for something that would give me an answer.

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