Victims Of A Challenge

The Start

-Jordan's (Bayani's) POV-

*1 hour later*

I stood up looking around.

"Oh, God. I'm lost!" I panicked, looking around.

I was in a roofed forest-

Wait, why are they here too?

I saw to my left, the same people who in that room with that guy and the platform...

"So it wasn't a dream!" I thought, realizing I'm not crazy.

They all woke up slowly and stood up, looking around just like I was.

"Where are we?" I whispered to the guy next to me, who was wearing a red lumberjack shirt.

"I dunno." He shrugged. "Maybe we're in the challenge area."

Suddenly, a dirt path appeared, which looked like we were supposed to follow.

The guy in the white hoodie signalled us to follow him, leading us onto the path.

It lead to some kind of portal-thingy.

"Uh..." The guy in the black hoodie muttered, walking up to it. He put his right arm through it and pulled it back out.

"Ok.." He motioned us to walk into it, while he lead.

As I stepped through it, my vision faded into nothing. Literrally, all I could see was white. That's it.

"Muhagahh...?" I tried to ask, but my brain wasn't letting me say anything understandable. All I could say was a random mixture of words.

"What?" someone said, which I thought was the guy in the lumberjack shirt.

He said something else, but then I figured I went deaf, because everything went silent.

I said something, but I couldn't hear my own voice anymore.

"As if things couldn't get worse!" I thought, which was the only way I could communicate with myself.

Then I couldn't breath.

And then I passed out.