AN: Hello! Thanks for clicking on this fanfic. I hope you'll enjoy the adventures that are to come :) I'll try my best to update this every week, but no promises, I do have school.

Chapter 1

He began his new life sprawled on what felt like metal. He was jolted awake by the harsh grindings of pulleys. His eyes sprang open, immediately taking in his surroundings. Barrels, all with the same initials imprinted on them. WICKED. He tried to stand up but fell right back down. He was moving upwards in a cramped metal box.

"Help! Help! I'm trapped! It's me…" He stopped. He wanted to say his name, but the only problem was, he didn't know what it was. "What's my name?" He asked himself over and over again, breaking down. Before he realised it, the metal box had stopped moving. He glanced up, and noticed a small light above him. If only he could get there, it could be outside, it could be the Sun. Where there's sun, there's freedom, right? He pushed and pulled, desperate to escape from this prison he was in.

Finally, after what felt like forever, he managed to swing the horizontal doors open. He crawled out of the box, hands bruised and bleeding from the metal doors. He had expected to see a bunch of people, someone who could explain why he was in the box, who he was. All he saw was a big empty space, the size of several football fields. Other than the metal box he had come up in, there were only trees, lots of grass, some animals and walls. Four huge walls that had to be at least 150 feet tall, surrounding him, surrounding everything. At the mid section of each wall, there was an opening. Through each opening, all he saw was stone. As far as he could see, it was all stone.

What is this place? Where is everyone? Is there anyone else? He was bursting with questions, he needed to ask someone something, needed to talk to someone. But there was no one. He was all alone in this place. For the second time that day, he broke down. He didn't know what to do. All he knew were the tears he weeped.

As the sun set, he realised he needed to find some shelter, some food, some water. This was his human instinct talking to him. He looked around, this time, there wasn't fear in his heart, it was determination. He may not have known where he was, but he knew he had to survive. His gut was telling him so, telling him that he could not just let himself die. He was about to run over to a tree when he realised there was something on his arm. A note.

Look in the barrels.

Although he feared what would happen if he went back inside the box, he knew that if whoever put him here would give him a note, it couldn't be bad. He jumped back in, landing back on the hard shaky metal. He found a crowbar on the ground and used it to pry the barrels open.

Food. Cloth. Water. All the barrels were full of these things. It was clear to him now that whoever had put him here had wanted him to survive. He was not being given a death sentence. He was being given a chance to survive.

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