"What do we do?" He said to me.
I stood frozen.
"We run."
And that's where it all began.
The time, I did not know. Location? Unsure of. It's been that way for 200 days. Everyday the walls close in more and more. And everyday we find passages that lead somewhere but they are always guarded. Not many people see what guards the exits. No one lives to tell the tale. And you know what we do when we reach these guarded passages? We run.
I've been running all my life, not just physically. I run away from all my problems, so I guess they were testing me when they sent me here. I don't know how I got here or why. All I know is we had 365 days to escape this enclosed prison at the start and that 200 of those days have been wasted.
We spend the day building shelter for when the rain comes. Not just any rain. Burning rain. Fire rain, we call it. Mainly because I'ts fire that falls from the sky. Normal? To me it is. I'm Jae and I'm fourteen years old. I have know idea about my life before this and I have no idea how I was put here. My name and age are the only things I remember. It's like the past me never existed. But I know it did. I know she did. Because I can feel it.
There is one thing you don't know about me. I guess you could say I can read minds. Thoughts from other people's brain float around in my head and I either choose to listen or I don't. At first I didn't have a choice. My mind felt as if it was going to blow up because I couldn't control not only my own thoughts, but other peoples. That's not the only thing. I know things. I know when the fire rain will come. I know when someones in danger. I know if someones going to die and I know if there is a way of getting out of here. I know things which are going to happen before they happen. A bit like telling the future. I don't have a magic ball that I rub while I say a spell and I see what's going to happen on that. It comes in flashes. It hurts like hell so people know when I'm seeing something. I guess that's what I'm used for. They call me their secret weapen. A way to finding a way out. Who do I mean by "they", you ask? "They" are the Searchers. That's what we call ourselves. They remember who they were. I don't. And of course I don't know why because it's in the past, not the future.
