Tron: Resurrection
Prologue
'How did I get here? Where am I? Who am I?' The user looked around curiously, attempting to ignore the painful throbbing in the back of her head. The world around her was sleek and black, except for the strips of white lights along the buildings. The tiles were slightly reflective and she could slightly see her figure looming on the surface. The city itself was deserted. No people were walking around and it was completely silent. She took a step, wincing as the sound echoed down the street. The city stopped abruptly, turning into a giant empty area. She shrugged and walked out quietly. Briefly she noticed that the building had 'Flynns' written across it in large letters. It seemed insignificant, so she disregarded it and continued walking.
She walked on for what seemed like hours, before she grew increasingly frustrated.
"Ah!" She threw her arms up in anger, her patience worn out. "Where the hell is everybody?" She screamed to no one in particular. Footsteps echoed around her and she turned around to glare at them. A boy around her age -she assumed- looked taken aback at her outburst. "What the hell is going on?" She asked, calming down slightly.
"Uh. You're on the grid. How did you get in here? I'm Sam by the way." He added. 'So this messed up place is called the grid.' She concluded, frowning at him.
"I can't remember anything." Her eyes flickered to the floor sadly. "But I know someone hit my head." She finished, remembering the pain from before. He walked over to her and her eyes fluttered closed as the tiredness overcame her. "Sorry I can't help more." She mumbled as she began to drift off, falling into Sam's arms. He caught her quickly and sighed. How many more people were going to end up in this place tonight?