Hey guys here's chapter three for my TMR fic, to me it's kind of like a filler chapter, no major events yet. I Hope your enjoying and remember that I'm open to any criticism or idea you might have. I'd also love to see you leave a review. :) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Nick was awoken by a high pitched squeezing sound. He opened his eyes slowly, the rising sun burning as he did so.
He was perplexed for a moment, thinking where on the almighty universe was he? Then he remembered that he had woken up in a metal box with amnesia and he entered this world of madness.
Nicks head snapped in the direction of the noise only to see the doors opening, creaking with every move they made.
Alby looked at him "What the hell?" he had to shout in order for Nick to hear him
"They are opening. They closed last night, their opening again. Maybe it is actually some sort of way to leave," Nick said, his head pounding.
Nick quickly woke up the other boys, rounding them up and assigning them jobs.
Gally and Adam were in charge of Building. They seemed to have a natural talent for creating things, and a genuine like for the job nobody else wanted to do. Five or six boys were in charge of plowing the fields and planting the seeds. He sent a pack of ten boys out to search beyond the walls. He had made sure that they understood that they needed to come back before the walls close- if they even closed again. He, Alby and a few other boys were experimenting ways to escape.
Alby bent over and tried to pry the white doors of the hole open. Nick and a boy named Dell rushed over to help him.
After what seemed like hours they were able to pry the doors open. Dell had been bending so far over that he almost fell through the hole, Alby luckily caught him by the end of his shirt.
"Careful, stupid" he muttered
Nick pulled back on his knees with an exasperated breath. "Yesterday-also known as the worst day of my entire life- we tried going back down in the box. It finally went down after George got out of it. Maybe we should build a ladder and see how far this hole goes. It will hopefully lead back to where we came up."
The boys collected few rocks. Nick dropped a small rock unto the hole. There was dead silenced as the boys listened for the rock to stop falling.
"Maybe we missed it," a boy said softly
"Or maybe it doesn't end." Alby grimaced
"Nonsense. We all came up in it. That wouldn't make any sense. It's not like we could have poofed and came out of nowhere." Nick said, disgusted by the lack of intelligence in his new cohorts.
After waiting for another minute without sign of the rock some of the boys dispersed and explored more of the open field.
Alby and a few others stayed back with the box, experimenting with rocks and creating ladders. Nick on the other hand began exploring the area. The glade was the size of a few football fields it had a very small structure that had already been there when they arrived. When he first came he didn't notice that the structure was a pen that inhabited cows, pigs chickens and a few goats.
'We could kill those and use them for meat,' Nick thought silently
On the other side of the glade was another prebuilt structure. This one was a small hut, held together with a mix of twigs and branches. He noticed Gally and Adam were adding more to it, unskillfully building onto the shabby figure.
He looked inside one of the cardboard boxes that had come up in the box yesterday and rummaged around for some food. Successfully he found trail-mix, jerky of sorts and a canteen half filled with water.
Nick mindlessly ate a few strips of beef jerky and a pack of peanut before proceeding with his adventuring.
He felt like he was put here for a purpose. That he was a part of something much bigger than it seemed. He tried to push his mind further, to remember SOMETHING, but nothing happened.
The most frustrating part of this whole thing-besides the part that he had amnesia- was that these walls were standing in front of him, open and mockingly.
The answers he wanted were so far away, and yet so close, it made him sick.