I don't know where I am. It is dark and the air is moist, I can't see anything but I get a slight feeling of claustrophobia. I try to move, but I am so scared I can't move my legs. All that I can manage to do is reach my hand out and feel with my hands, 'man, it smells in here' I think to myself as I reach for something, anything, anyone. I think about my family in this time of trouble, wait, do I have a family? Oh god, I can't remember. All I can scrap up from my memories is my name. I think it starts with a 'J', James maybe? I reach out and my hand hits a wall that is covered in something slimy and sticky. I let out a slight shriek and I scoot back causing my back to hit a wall. Terrified, I put my shaking hand on the floor, it too is covered in the greasy substance. I finally get the courage, and feeling back in my legs, to stand up and walk around. Every three steps I take, I hit a wall. I have come to the conclusion that I am in a small box around four feet by four feet. I don't know how tall it is, I can't reach the celling, maybe I should jump. I jump as high as I can, my legs are still sore, and when I land the whole box shakes. I fall to my hands and knees, now completely covered in the sticky goop that covers my prison. All of a sudden I hear a loud creaking noise and the box shakes even more. I think I might puke because of the combination of the smell, the slime, and the violent motions of the box.
I think I've been in here for an hour now, when will this constant torture end? In the middle of my thoughts, there is a sudden bright light and I am temporarily blinded. What the hell is going on? I've decided that I won't just sit there and let whatever blurred shapes are get me. Not knowing what to do I throw and flail my arms in the air screaming. I feel a rope go over my head and around my waist, it tightens and I can't break free. I am lifted up and what appears to be out of the box, and I hit the ground with a thud. Only this time, the ground is soft and not slimy, it's... its... grass. My vision starts to return and I see a boy with beach blonde short hair, he is tall and has a slight attitude.
He looks at me with a smirk and says "Welcome to the dome, mate"
BẠN ĐANG ĐỌC
The Trials
Khoa Học Viễn TưởngJames doesn't remember anything from his past life, all he can remember is his name. He wakes up and he is in a place called The Dome. James will soon find out that some strange things happen under the dome.
