The day began like any other in winter, grey and cold. I got ready slowly, first gathering up my clothes from the abundance of drawers in my dresser, then doing my hair and makeup. I shuffled out of the door complaining to myself about having to take the bus to school. Then I climbed up the steps into the bus to start my boring day. That is how my day began but now is when it started.
I woke after what felt like hours of sleep and looked at my surroundings, slowly I evaluated my situation. Looking above me I now saw a brown grass hut top. I attempted to get up and excruciating pain flared up everywhere inside my body. I blinked hard and held back tears but still a small grunt tore from my lips. I could feel the pain flying through me like fire in my veins, I ignored the pain though and sat up slowly and wobbly.
Now I got a full awareness of my surroundings, I was in some sort of room on a mat lied on the floor. The room itself was plain; it only had the mat I was lying on and a small box in the corner for decoration. I stood as excruciating pain shot through every muscle, vein, and appendage I had and almost collapsed on myself. I was fueled by curiosity and instead of fainting, like my body was screaming at me to do; I hobbled forward, and shoved myself with every shred of willpower I could muster together.
the box was closer then it seemed but because of the strain on my body it felt like i had walked a mile in shoes weighted down with cement blocks. i finally reached the box and lifted the lid as fast as i could all while the anticipation ate away at me. i looked inside the box with hope for something, anything that could get me out. instead what met my hopeful eyes was just a small slip of paper, smaller than a note card. i read the message on the card with hope for a clue or something to tell me where i was. that is not what was on the card though. when i finished the note i felt like crying because of the pure fear that had stricken me down.
Now most would consider not being alone while feeling pain,and terror a good thing but the point of this place was to survive and get through, and kill of those who would slow you down. unfortunately for me because of the injury done to my arm i would most likely not be an asset to anybody and most likely i would be killed. in a manner of speaking i was basically dead, and right now i was freaking out over that.
i lifted the box up and shock hoping that something would happen. as it happens i did find something. the box had a false bottom that fell to the ground when i had shaken it. underneath the false bottom were some basic supplies. a black blank, string-bag,a fully filled blue water bottle, and about 50 cheap granola bars. i shoved everything inside the bag and stood up. i almost fell down immediately but i caught myself on the wall. once i got used to the whole standing thing i figured out that i was pretty scratched up. i had a small cut on my leg that was bleeding profuosly and that why i had tripped up. my arm doned a large, deep cut that was still raw but looked like it was scabbing over though whenever i tried to use it tantalizing pain went through my arm. I honestly had no idea what i was to do now that i knew i needed to move forward and that is when i decided to just move forward and i stepped out of the hut.
