Pandora's POV-

The way the sunlight broke through the leaves, was rather beautiful. It was a much nicer way to wake up than the previous day. I hadn't moved positions since I fell asleep and my back was beginning to feel the punishment for sleeping on the ground. I got up from my cosy bed also known as the dirt, and stretched. My bones cracking and making strange inhumane noises.

At this point was when I truly realised the sheer scale of the ditch. The walls stood much higher in the daylight, making me feel like an ant. An ant just waiting to be squished. I was still quite unsure at how I didn't break any bones during the fall. At one side of the pit, was what looked like a hidden entrance. That's strange... why would an easy escape route be so clearly on display? Maybe this wasn't what I thought it was.

I stuck to the edges of the ditch, trying my best to hide in the shadows. After reaching the small entrance, I examined it. Not wanting to let my guard down for the second time. It was a gap, big enough to fit a person, stretching for what looked like a few metres into the wall of the pit. The gap wasn't wide enough for me to walk in a straight line, so I turned to the side and began the claustrophobic shuffle to the other end.

I found myself in what looked like an underground chamber. I couldn't remember what I was used to, but this didn't seem normal. Thick vines hung from the ceiling and rusty iron bars blocked other passages. Above a broken stone doorway, was a sign. I couldn't read it from where I was stood so I walked closer. Straining my eyes to try and see what was scribbled on the ancient piece of slate.

There were only two words; Camp Entrance.

Say what now? Whatever this so called camp was, must be the place those two boys came from. That was the only thing I could imagine being possible, but then again, I didn't know anything. As before the naïve Pandora Hudson was to make another mistake.

Ignoring my gut instinct, I walked through the crumbling doorway to be faced with the sound of gunshots.

My stomach twisted in fear, my heart was pounding and my feet were glued to the ground. I heard screams in the distance, the sound of children crying. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a person, they were looking directly at me.

I took a deep breath and turned to look at whoever was stood close to me. It was a boy. The same boy from last night. The one with the pretty accent. A pistol was held tightly in his hands and it was being directly pointed at me. My eyes went wide and my arms automatically shot up into the air, praying he wouldn't shoot me.

He took cautious steps towards me, gun still raised and pointing directly between my eyes. I held my breath wishing that I would just wake up and everything would be a dream.

"Who are you?" he murmured, his eyes looking me up and down, making me squirm.

"P-Pandora. Pandora Hudson." I stammered, staring down at the ground and finding the mixture of dirt and sand much more interesting.

"I don't care what your name is sweetie. I just want to know where you came from." he snarled, keeping the gun in the same position.

"I-I don't really know... I just ended up here. Please don't kill me!"

The look on his face was quite funny. A mixture of amusement and anger pulling at his features. I only just noticed how attractive he was, seeming as I was far too distracted before. He seemed to feel my eyes examining him, and grabbed my wrist. He lowered the gun and tucked it into the waistband of his shorts.

"Why were people screaming? What happened?" I fire questions at him, feeling a bit more confident around this strange boy now his gun was away.

"Bad things happen all the time." I could tell he was trying not to give away information but he dragged me back towards the way he came nevertheless.

"Where are we going?." I question, as he tugs me by the wrist.

"Near some trees."

"But there are trees everywhere here."

"Do you think I don't know that?"

I decided to shut up after that. Everything was quiet until the gunshots returned.

"Fuck. Fuck. Fuck."

"What's happening?" The fear returned. I had no idea what was going on or who this boy was. It seemed like a better option to stay in the ditch.

"Were under attack." With those words said, he grabbed my arm once again and told me to run. I followed him, not really having much choice due to the strong hold he had on me. We kept running until a clearing appeared.

The tree line began to thin and a wooden staircase lay a few metres in front us. We took no time in getting down the stairs, myself stumbling most of the way down. What I saw was amazing. Bridges and staircases hung from some of the tallest trees. Wooden buildings were dotted everywhere and most importantly, there were people. It was like a little town or village, all based in the middle of nowhere. Great.

The sound of gun fire had completely stopped, the peacefulness of this quiet area returning and becoming slightly overwhelming.

"Wait, I never asked for your name?" I mumbled, hoping the blue eyed boy had heard me.

"It's Louis." That's all he said before rushing me into one of the wooden shacks that belonged to this small community.

He pushed me into a small box, that resembled some sort of bamboo prison cell. How creative. I didn't even know what to think at this point. So far, even since I had awoken on this island, I had been treated like a rag doll.

"Why am I in here?" I asked, pushing my arms through the bars.

"Well Miss Hudson, you are our prisoner now." he responded, a smug grin plastered on his face.

"Your prisoner?"

"Please, just be quiet until he arrives."

I was confused as to what he was talking about and who he was referring to. It was during this time, my stomach really began to grumble. I hadn't eaten for 2 days and my stomach was screaming for food. I hadn't even started to think about what I was to eat or where I was to sleep. It never really crossed my mind, which is quite bizarre. All I could think about was where I was.

"Mr Styles is here." Louis grinned, as if I knew who this 'Mr Styles' was.

But I could feel it as soon as he stepped into the wooden shack. His presence silencing my thoughts.

His piercing green eyes meeting my own.