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[location: dema]

tyler.

his name is tyler.

how could he have forgotten that?

and he needs to get out. now.

he makes his way back to the exit as quickly as he can without making a sound. he presses the big white button, and a loud buzzing alarm blares, echoing through the whole place. crap, of course there's an alarm.

his heart is pounding, the beating filling his head, as he hears the echoes of far away footsteps beginning to approach from the room he just came from. why are these doors so freaking slow??

when there's a large enough gap, he slams the button a second time to close the door before sliding underneath again and running like hell.

he looks back for a moment to see the door closed all the way and takes this chance he has to sprint behind one of the nearest buildings. he catches his breath for a moment, his heart practically beating out of his chest.

he pokes his head around the corner to see four bishops splitting up. one heading north, one heading east, one heading south, and one heading west.

the direction he's at right now.

he runs back to his quarters as fast as he can without being spotted. as far as he knows right now, he's a wanted man. if they don't know it was him yet, they're bound to figure it out any moment. he reaches his stairs and climbs them without hesitation, closing his door behind him and locking it right away. he rushes over to his curtains and throws them shut, leaving all the lights off in the room.

he presses his back up against the wall by his bed, running his hands through his hair and pulling at it as he slides down to the floor to process the last five minutes.

what the hell just happened?

tyler plays back the images that ran through his head in the room, trying to sort them together. has he been outside of the city? why did the color yellow pop up so often? and those people....he knows them. he's not sure exactly how, but he definitely knows them. names, names- what are their names?

he tries to search his memory for something, anything that will give him at least a clue to who they are. bits of the world outside the city flash through his mind. grass, running water, caves, moss, such beautiful sights of nature. he's never longed to be anywhere else than out there right now.

more images flash through his head. he sees...a campground? a gathering of about fifty or so people, all dressed in the orange, camouflage, and yellow; that seems to be a theme. he sees tents, one tent in particular sticking out to him more so than the others. it has written out in black, scrawly letters on the side of it- TJ+JB.

TJ...that's gotta be him. does he have two names? he can't remember what the J could've possibly stood for. JB though...he can't help but think those initials belong to the girl with the blonde hair. what was she to him? his memory is extremely foggy, but if the TJ is him and the JB is her, that really can only mean one thing. he feels bad for not being able to remember either her or the man, because the both of them were obviously important to him.

he sighs, the back of his head hitting the wall behind him. he sits for a few minutes, assessing his thoughts and figure out what to do amidst the silence, the only sound being his breathing.

he obviously needs to get out. he's been lied to for his entire time here. and if that's not bad enough, he's wanted and on the run. staying here isn't an option, they'll find him and do who knows what to him, maybe put him back in the funhouse and force feed him some glowing milk. but how does he get out? there's no exits he knows of.