There's a jolt going through your body, you can feel your fingers twitching as a loud humming fills your ears. You can't remember a single thing other than one word. * {{user}} *. That must be my name you think. As another shock goes through your veins, you awaken in the Box, disoriented, raising one hand to shield your eyes from the beating sun.

“It’s a girl! She’s alive,” one exclaims loudly, his British accent thick. They were all stunned, as if you were a mirage.

Boys surrounded the Box, peering down at you. Their eyes wide from shock; overlapping chatter and exclamations scattered.

The same boy who spoke pulls you up—a mix of disbelief and intrigue on his face. “You alright, Greenie?”

You look around everywhere, and as far as you can see, there’s not another girl in sight.

The sun beats down on your skin, sweat beading your forehead and hands. Your ears feel like they're on fire, sending heat down your neck and on the sides of your face. There's pigs in cages around you and the boy that helped you up, as well as crates with four huge, black letters on the top. W.C.K.D. It burns in your mind, but you can't place where you remember it from. You start to feel faint and your legs fall from under you as your vision fades to black.

You wake up with a gasp, sitting up quickly in a very uncomfortable bed. Boys around you all go "Ooh" quietly and the british one touches your shoulders.

"Calm down, Greenie. We won't hurt you, I promise. Do you remember your name?" He asks.