you fell from the ceiling with a thud.

you looked around, noticing you was in..some kind of place. the building smelled of rotten flesh, and sure enough when you look at the common area of the building where you assumed people ate, was people----guards, hanging, their necks purple and eyes wide open, despite being dead.

you look to your right, noticing about 21 boys staring at you in shock from a dorm room, the bunk beds and furniture behind them. thomas, minho, newt, aris, winston, and frypan all looked surprised, including the other boys. you had no idea where you came from. but you heard the boys voices overlapping as they all started talking at the same time.

"check her tattoo!"

"a girl?"

"bloody hell, whats going on."

before you could even say anything, minho had already moved your shirt collar, revealing the same sort of tattoo they all had, of course theirs said different things.

minho:" Subject C1, Group C, The Fighter."

you swatted his hand away.

frypan:" clearly a fighter, alright."

newt:"bloody hell whats going on, first a alarm blastin', now this?"

the blonde boy said, his british accent thick.

thomas:" give the poor girl space, jackasses."

then there was a lot of arguing, the only one not involved was the blonde boy with the british accent.