Amnesia - The Waking

When 15 year old Cal Johnson wakes up with few memories, it's up to him to get them back. He must go through a series of dark tests in order to gain his memory back - but in the end, will it really matter?

If you enjoy suspenseful, on-the-edge-of-the-cliff thrilling stories, than this book is for you. Some parts can get gruesome so that's why I rated it Mature.

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3. Hallways

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I hope you guys are liking the storyline so far! I might introduce some new characters - and have character specific chapters. Just comment your rating and maybe some feedback if you'd like! :)

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I was sprinting - I just kept on sprinting. Than I ran into the wall.

 

Or...

 

No, it looked like a wall. It was just glass - Plexiglas of course.

 

I see another person on the other side of the Plexiglas - and for the first time in what seems a week I feel emotion. We stare at eachother for about 10 minutes until I begin banging on the glass. The girl does the same.

 

After about 20 minutes of pure pounding, our wrists are swollen and our knuckles were bleeding - until a crack came throughout the glass. We began pounding on the area of the crack, eventually having the Plexiglas break.

 

I breathe heavily, clearly out of breath from the "work out"

 

"Who... Who are you?" I ask, staring up at her.

 

"I'm Abbey. Who're you?" She says, her voice sounding just perfect for a female.

 

"Cal... Cal Johnson. Nice to meet you."

 

At least I thought it was, until I heard the speakers.

 

*ATTENTION, PRISONERS. YOU ARE GIVEN 48 HOURS TO ESCAPE THE LABYRINTH. EACH OF YOU HAVE DONE A CRIME AGAINST HUMANITY AND YOUR MEMORY HAS BEEN ERASED FOR IT - OTHER THAN YOUR NAME AND YOUR AGE, YOU WILL NOT BE ABLE TO RECALL ANY PREVIOUS EVENTS. YOU HAVE 48 HOURS. BEGIN.*

 

We both simultaneously fell into the ground, along with what sounded like thousands of others. Underneath us, there were briefcases.

 

What's with these people and briefcases? I think to myself.

I hear Abbey noting to herself about the situation while we're falling.

"Hmph... More briefcases." She notes.

 

We land inside a small tank of water - but it was deep. We see two briefcases - and immediately spring towards them.

 

I open mine - a knife, looks like a combat knife at the most. Also, a pack of crackers.

Great.

 

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For those who don't know what I'm thinking of, please look at this image.

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"They must have something to do with our natural talents." Says Abbey, sound actually correct.

"I know what you're talking about - this feels like it should be in my hand." I reply, also sounding like I know what I'm talking about.

I stare at Abbey.

 

She has full blown Machete.

My mind was blown, but I still had the advantage with a gun - which she didn't know about, but by the looks of it and her noting she got a briefcase too - she could be hiding something on me, too.

 

I notice a small stream - also another prisoner.

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