The Hunted

James ran.
Like he had done so many times in his life, he ran. He ran from his life, from his problems. He thought this would just be like the rest of the times he had. He would leave and he would be able to come back better. He would be able to get out of the darkness.
He didn't know that instead, he would be plunged into more darkness.
With five other stranges.
One who's hot-tempered.
One who's scared.
One who's quiet.
One who's a bit of it all.
One who's confused.
He, like the rest of them, woke up in a small box in the middle of the field. In a place none of them knew and were given little chance to know. The sound of gunshots and the fear of dying, plunged them into the twisted game of the psychopaths who took them.
And it was up to him to try and get them all out.
He didn't know if he could.