It was morning. That much he knew.
He was in a dark room with what looked like glowing red pictures all over the walls. "My name is...." he said. The word just wouldnt come. He decided to save name searching for later. Right now he needed to find out where he was. As he looked around he saw 3 other teenagers like himself. 1 boy and 2 girls. Counting himself that made 4 people in the chamber all together. He moved quitely as to not wake the others but as soon as he took one step the girl nearest to him opened her eyes. She had blonde hair and blue eyes. "Who are you?" He asked. "I dont know..." she awnsered.
"I feel like I should know, but it just slipped away". He felt something in his pocket and pulled out a piece of paper. It was yellowed and rough around the edges, it had writing on both sides. On one side of the paper it had a name. Michael. "Maybe thats my name" he said to himself. On the other side of the paper was a single word. SURVIVE.
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The Box
Science Fiction4 teens wake up in a strange room, each teen has the same black jumpsuit and an old tattered piece of paper. SURVIVE.
