The hollow

Trapped

Emerged in darkness, the purple haired boy woke with a start. Shifting his body to a more comfortable position on the cold concrete floor he anxiously looked around the room. Grey concrete walls surrounded him, with no windows or any doors. Only a vent high up the wall. On the floor was a old fashioned type writer, it was old and battered.
The boy was wearing a purple top with a black hoodie with purple and black tartan patches on it, also got with some black skinny jeans. His hair dyed purple and swept over one of his eyes. His eyes were the most unusual colour. Blood red.
'I'm never getting out of here' he thought to himself.
He saw something move in his peripheral vision and spun round so fast he fell over. He noticed three bodies also in the room. All male.
One of them was wearing a light blue shirt with a dark blue tie with blur jeans. He also had blue square rimmed glasses perched upon his nose. He had dark brown hair with shining blue eyes. 'Jeezuz he likes the colour blue' he laughed to internally.
The next man also wore a light blur t-shirt with a grey cardigan typed on his shoulders. But on the cardigan there was something on the hood, it looked like cat ears.
'How strange' thought the emo. He also has light brown hair with hazel brown eyes. Ha also had the same blue glasses as the other boy.
The last person in the room looked like he came straight out of a Disney movie. Wearing a withe dress shirt with black jeans, but across his chest was a bright red sash. His sandy coloured hair swept to the side of his face, revealing the most beautiful emerald green eyes he has ever seen.

Cautiously, the emo reached into his pocket for his phone but it wasn't there. Only to find a yellowish piece of paper with two words on. 'Virgil Storm'.
He thought that he would be brave for a second and speak to the other people. "Hey guys, we don't know each other but if what is happening to me is happening to you then all of your memories have gone. Up until you woke up here. Right, erm look in your pockets and read what it says. I think it's out names." He spoke to the men.
"Um yeah that's true I can't remember anything. And my piece of paper says "Patton Harding" says the boy with the cat ears.
The next person to speak was the
First person Virgil noticed I'm the room, "yes it seems that you are correct about the loosing of memories. It is very, dare I say, mysterious. And my paper says "Logan Cloud" he states in a monotone voice.
"Hello my dear strangers, I am.... hold on. Ah yes, my name is.... Roman Prince" he says rather enthusiastically.
"Are you like a real life prince or something?" Virgil asked.
"Something like that" he muttered.
Awkward silence follows Romans statement but Patton is the one to break it. "What's your name?" He aim the question at the dark dressed boy. "My names Virgil storm" he says slowly. "I think we need to find out way out of here". A series of 'yes' and 'good idea' follow his words.