I woke up in a dark room. I panicked for a moment before remembering where I was. Of course, that realization didn't make things much better. The pain, the loneliness threatened to consume me. I clutched my head in misery before physically slapping myself on the cheek. Stop it, stupid head. You're stronger than this. Stop complaining about your life and do something useful.

I hate listening to myself, but I was starving. That always proves the main factor in getting me out of bed each morning. I jumped off of the top bunk of the bed I had been sleeping on and stretched as I walked to the door. Immediately, I noticed something was wrong. The door was locked. Why was it locked?

I jiggled the handle, thinking it must be stuck, but it didn't give. Well, darn. I looked over the four bunk beds in the small dorm and wondered what I could use to ram it open. If I even could. I wasn't exactly the strongest girl.

Suddenly, I remembered a lock-picking technique Fib had taught me. I felt a sharp pain in my chest being reminded of him, but now was not the time to be weak. Taking a bobby pin out of my hair, I began twisting it in the keyhole. It took me about ten minutes, but eventually, the lock sprang open. During that time, I had started to hear these inhuman screams which shook me to my core.

I pushed the heavy door open and gasped. Dangling from the ceiling of the cafeteria where I had eaten last night was the most horrid sight imaginable. It was the dead bodies of the people who had rescued me last night. The people I had sat and eaten only a few short hours ago. And, oh, the smell! I suppose I was wrong when I thought that W.I.C.K.E.D. couldn't hurt me any worse than they already had, for this was surely their work.

Thankfully, my attention was soon drawn elsewhere. On the opposite side of the cafeteria was a room that I hadn't noticed before. Through the tiny window, I glimpsed a group of boys, talking. Curious as always, I walked over and stopped just outside the door. I eavesdropped for a while and had to bite my lip to keep from screaming after what I learned. There were other groups? With other mazes? My brain seemed like it was going to explode.

Trying to get a glimpse of these new guys, I peeked in the window. Unfortunately, that happened to be the exact moment that the small one, I think he was from a different group than the rest of the boys, looked up. I saw his mouth open in a gasp as he pointed to me. I didn't wait to see the other boys' reaction but took off running. Looking back, I can't explain exactly why I did. I guess I was just on an adrenaline rush and couldn't help but wonder if they were the ones responsible for the awful scene that greeted me this morning.

I heard shouts and the sound of pursuers, but I didn't stop. I was fast, but they were gaining on me. Suddenly, a horrendous idea popped into my brain. I didn't want to do it, but I had no choice. They had nearly caught up to me. Pushing myself even harder, I sprinted and jumped, latching on the nearest hanging body. I whispered a quick apology to the late woman and started climbing up. I didn't stop until I had reached the ceiling and only clung to the rope.

Looking down, I noticed the boys gathered in a circle around me. A buff Asian who seemed to be one of the leaders stepped up.

"Who are you?" he asked, looking up at me.

"Who are you?" I replied. There was no way I was going first.

"We outnumber you. You answer first."

"Yeah, but I have the high ground," I said with a slight smile, despite the awful, disgusting situation I was in.

"Ladies first," he yelled back.

"Age before beauty." I retorted. He glared at me and I glared right back. Finally, a tall boy with black hair stepped forward.

"Guys, this is stupid," he sighed.

"I'm Thomas. What's your name?"

"Rachel." At that, the small boy who had noticed me gasped again and backed up. What was his problem? Oh wait, that was the name of his partner, wasn't it? Poor dude.

"Well how about you come down from there, Rachel, and we can figure out what the heck is going on," the sassy buff boy called up.

"Fine, Minho," I retorted. The look on his face was priceless. I had heard the boys calling him that while I was eavesdropping, and had been waiting for the perfect time to use it. I jumped down, since there was no way I was climbing the person again, rolled once, and stood up.

"Shall we?" I asked, pointing to the dorm they had been in previously.